Of course, the Brownies liked best of all their own crazy quilt which occupied the central position in the fine display.
Veve’s favorite quilt was her own—the autograph. Now that the coverlet had been washed, the writing on each block stood out quite plainly.
The names, however, meant nothing to the little girl. She was certain the persons to whom they once had belonged, could not have lived in Rosedale for a long while.
Toward noon, the crowd began to gather for the festival. Becoming hungry, the Brownies wandered about to sample food sold at other booths, and to view the huge cherry pie on display.
“What a giant pie!” Veve observed, pausing with the other Brownies before it. “It must contain several hundred pounds of cherries!”
“And just think!” added Eileen. “Maybe we picked some of them!”
“I’m hungry now,” Connie declared. “I wish they would cut the pie right away.”
The girls obtained hot sandwiches at another booth. After that they listened to the bands and watched several acts of entertainment in the center of the square.
When the Mexican pickers came on in their festive costumes to play music and dance, the Brownies clapped hard. So did nearly everyone in the audience.
“The pickers had the very best number,” Veve declared proudly. “I guess Mr. McLean and the others are glad now that they invited them to be in the festival.”