CHAPTER 3
Over the Fence
“ARE you hurt, Veve?”
Connie scrambled down from her own ladder to help her little friend up from the ground.
Veve brushed dirt from her Brownie uniform and picked up the beanie which had fallen from her head. Ruefully she gazed at the spilled cherries. Scarcely a handful remained in the tin bucket.
“Oh, I’m all right,” she muttered, rubbing an elbow. “But see what happened! Now Mr. Hooper won’t want the Brownies to pick in his orchard.”
Even as she spoke, the orchard owner hurried up, Cap barking at his heels.
From a distance, he had seen Veve tumble from the ladder. He was afraid she might have been injured.
“Didn’t I warn you to be careful?” he asked a trifle crossly. “If you had broken an arm—”
“You don’t have to be liable for my fall,” Veve assured him. “I’m not hurt a bit.”