“Hurry up, slow-poke!” Jane shouted. “You won’t get anything to eat if you don’t.”
Without going to the shed, Veve covered her pail with a handkerchief, and joined her friends.
“Haven’t you weighed in your cherries?” Connie asked her as she helped to spread a tablecloth under the oak tree.
“I’ll do it later,” Veve mumbled. She knew Pa Hooper would not accept a half bucket of cherries. He had told her twice to fill the container to the brim before bringing it in.
“It doesn’t matter how many cherries anyone picked,” said Miss Gordon quickly. “The important thing is we’re doing useful work and earning money for our troop.”
“How much have we earned already?” Eileen asked eagerly.
Miss Gordon said she had not kept accurate account, but she was certain it amounted to several dollars.
The morning work had made the girls very hungry. Although the Brownie leader had prepared two sandwiches for each person, it did not seem enough. Veve bolted hers in a twinkling and so did Sunny. The chocolate disappeared equally fast.
“Oh, dear, I’m still hungry,” moaned Sunny. “I could eat anything—anything, that is, except cherries.”
Her remark made Veve think of a little joke. “What’s worse than biting into a worm?” she asked the Brownies.