“Mine will be full next time,” Veve assured him. She really meant it too.
Miss Gordon told Jane she would sew up the tear in the jeans during the lunch hour.
“I have a sewing kit in my car,” she said. “Also a first aid kit. But I hope and trust we’ll not need the latter.”
“Will it soon be lunch time?” Rosemary asked. Already she was growing hungry.
“Why, we’ve scarcely started to pick,” laughed Miss Gordon.
After Pa Hooper had weighed all the fruit, the Brownies returned to their posts. Soon their arms began to ache from reaching up into the branches. And as the sun rose higher and higher, they became very warm.
However, the Brownies were good sports and not afraid of hard work. No one wanted to be the first to complain or quit, so they all kept on. But everyone, even Miss Gordon, picked at a slower pace.
Veve became very thirsty. Now and then she would eat a cherry or two.
“No wonder you can’t keep up with the rest of us,” Connie scolded her. “You stop so often to eat.”