“I will return next year when the cherries are ripe,” he assured her. “Until then, adios.” The little boy bowed politely, and the next moment had melted into the crowd.
After a while, Veve, Connie and Eileen went back to the quilt booth to relieve the other Brownies who were working there.
A steady stream of visitors, largely women, came by to look at the quilts and examine them.
Veve was rather disappointed because so many persons appeared more interested in the bright colored ones than in her autograph quilt.
“Don’t you mind,” Connie said to cheer her. “It really is a fine quilt. The very oldest one in our collection.”
Presently, Mrs. Evans, a lady who lived only six doors from the Williams’ home, came to the booth.
She seemed interested in the quilts and spent a long time examining each one. However, she barely glanced at the autograph patch.
“Here is a nice one with names on it,” Veve pointed it out.
“Dear me, it has the appearance of a very old quilt,” remarked Mrs. Evans. “I wonder if the names of any of my friends are embroidered or written on it? I knew many of Rosedale’s old settlers, you know.”
The lady picked up a corner of the quilt to read some of the names.