[CHAPTER 1]
Crazy Quilt
STITCH-stitch-stitch.
Six needles nibbled at the gay scraps of cotton cloth. Six pairs of scissors went snip, snip, snip as the Brownie Scouts worked at their sewing in the Williams’ living room.
The girls were making a crazy quilt. Dark-eyed Veve McGuire, who hated to sew, declared that the task was as silly as the quilt’s name.
“Oh, bother!” she exclaimed as her thread tangled into an ugly knot. “Why not pitch this old thing and think of an easier way to earn money?”
“I don’t mind sewing,” piped up Rosemary Fritche, who always liked to be cooperative.
“Neither do I,” chimed in Connie Williams. A leader among the Brownies, she had worked very hard to make the organization a success.
“But sewing a quilt is a lot of work,” sighed Sunny Davidson.