“Please let us!” urged Jane and Veve.
Miss Gordon replied that it was not a matter for her to decide. She thought the parents of each girl should make the decision.
“Connie may pick for a while,” her father answered at once. “Furthermore, I’ll help her!”
“And I’ll race Eileen to see who can strip the most cherries!” declared Mr. Webber.
All of the Brownies were granted permission to pick. Veve had no father, but her mother was there. Even though Mrs. McGuire had on a good dress, she wanted to help too.
“We’re the Brownies,
Here’s our aim—
Lend a hand and play the game!” warbled Veve crazily as she carried her four gallon pail into the orchard.
The other Brownies took up the song, singing it with a will.
Soon, in another section of the orchard, the Mexican pickers also began to sing. Everyone worked feverishly.