“We should make a lot of money for the troop,” Veve declared as they waited for their bus.
“What if Miss Gordon shouldn’t let us pick?” Connie asked anxiously. “After all, she only told us to find out about the job. Not to take it.”
“And it will be hard getting the Brownies to the orchard by seven o’clock,” Veve added.
“Mr. Hooper really needs our help though. If he doesn’t get pickers soon, his crop will be lost. When the Brownies hear about that, I’m sure they’ll want to pitch in.”
“Sure, they will,” Veve agreed confidently. “If they don’t, we’ll make ’em!”
The arrival of a city-bound bus brought the talk to an end. During the ride into Rosedale, Veve had little to say. After awhile, Connie noticed her companion’s unusual silence.
“What’s the matter with you anyhow, Veve?” she demanded. “Tired?”
“Not very.”
“Then what is wrong?”