The Brownies were somewhat puzzled by the Chamber of Commerce president’s remarks.
“How could several persons be queen?” Connie speculated.
“I don’t see what he meant,” Veve added, equally mystified.
Persons who cast their votes seemed to know, for they smiled in a most peculiar way as one after another, they dropped their folded ballots into the box.
The Mexican pickers were allowed to vote too. In a group they marched to the box and dropped in their slips.
“You’ll be surprised when you learn who is queen of the fiesta,” Juan told Veve.
“Tell me!”
“You wait and see,” Juan laughed.
Veve wondered then if some of the people might be voting for Connie, even though her name had not been on the list. But Connie, she thought, would be too young to take a cherry pie to Washington by herself.