Finally, the Brownie leader gave her consent. She said she would telephone each girl personally. If parents were willing, the troop would meet at Miss Gordon’s home the next morning at six-thirty sharp. From there they would drive in the Brownie leader’s car to the cherry orchard.
“Be sure to wear old clothing,” she warned Veve and Connie. “Cherry picking could be very hard on Brownie uniforms.”
The two girls were jubilant as they hung up the receiver. If Miss Gordon called the other Brownies, the cherry picking job was assured!
“We’ll have a lot of fun at Mr. Hooper’s orchard,” Connie declared gaily. “I like him so much.”
“He’s a queer one though.”
“Queer?” Connie considered Veve’s remark most strange.
“He must be a hermit or a miser or something, living all alone at the orchard.”
“How do you know he does, Veve?”
“He sleeps in the packing shed.” Veve was proud that she had made the observation. “I saw his cot in one corner of the room. He had an electric plate too where he cooks his food.”
“Well, I suppose he has to stay there, because he has no house.”