“Well, I’m uncertain a quilt would be admitted as evidence.”
“Then finding your sister’s name on the block won’t be any help in saving your orchard?” Connie asked. She was deeply disappointed.
“I don’t know,” Mr. Hooper admitted. “It might be—it all depends on how hard a fight Wingate is inclined to put up.”
At that moment, Veve saw the other orchard owner wandering through the crowd.
“There he is now,” she pointed him out.
Mr. Wingate was walking away from the Brownie quilt booth. However, he turned around when Pa Hooper called his name.
“Come over here a minute, Carl,” his cousin requested.
Rather reluctantly, Carl Wingate walked over to the booth. He could not understand why his cousin had called him.
“You wanted me?” he asked.