“And now we’re stranded here.” Connie sounded a bit frightened, as indeed she was. “The driver told us another bus wouldn’t be along for a long time. Now what are we going to do?”
CHAPTER 2
Cherry Pickers Wanted
QUILTS and coverlets no longer seemed important to Veve and Connie as they realized that they were stranded at the bus stop.
An hour might pass before another Fulton bus came along. How were they to reach the cherry orchard?
“We never should have gone to that lady’s house to see the quilt,” Connie said, self-accusingly. “Oh, dear!”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Veve replied. “I made you go.”
“At any rate, the bus is gone, and we’re not on it. What shall we do?”
Veve had no answer.
However, Mrs. Grayson had been watching the two girls from her front porch. Of course she knew that they had missed their bus. Still wearing a kitchen apron, she came down the sidewalk toward them.