“Going—going for twenty dollars,” began Connie’s father.
At that point, Mr. McLean spoke up.
“I’ll make it twenty-five,” he offered.
The crowd gasped. Mr. McLean already had bid twenty and his was the last bid.
“It’s a fine quilt,” Mr. McLean laughed. “Why, where else could I get one made by a troop of Brownies? My bid of twenty-five dollars stands.”
“Sold to Mr. McLean!” shouted Connie’s father.
He handed the quilt to the Chamber of Commerce man.
Mr. McLean gave Miss Gordon twenty-five dollars in crisp new bills. Then he did a most surprising thing.
He also handed her the Brownie quilt.