“I feel sure the orchard owners would cooperate,” the Chamber of Commerce president went on. “We could have several bands and elect the queen.”
“Connie?” interposed Veve. She had heard the conversation.
“For a city-wide festival it might be better to select an older girl,” Mr. McLean replied. “Not that a Brownie queen wouldn’t be fine.”
“Being queen of one festival is enough,” laughed Connie from her throne in the decorated swing.
“As a climax to the festival we might have a giant cherry pie,” Mr. McLean resumed. “One that would be as large as a small room and serve everyone! The pie would contain pounds and pounds of cherries.”
“I wouldn’t venture to bake such a pie,” laughed Miss Gordon. She was rather excited by the plan.
“Oh, a commercial bakery would take over. The pie would not be difficult. Why, our festival might gain national attention. After all, Rosedale is in the heart of the cherry country.”
“It would be worthwhile to advertise the community to the nation,” Miss Gordon agreed. “However, the festival would have to be held very soon for the cherry season is nearly over.”
“Yes, we would need to work fast,” Mr. McLean nodded. “Fortunately, I have a large organization of trained staff members. Now as to the cherry pie—I have another idea!”
By this time all of the Brownies had gathered near to hear what Mr. McLean proposed.