“I’m thirsty,” she announced when she had finished the last crumb.
The thermos bottles were empty. Veve thought she would try to find a pump.
“There’s one back of the shed,” Miss Gordon told her. “The water, though, tastes of mineral. You’ll find better water at the spring.”
“And where is that, Miss Gordon?”
“Only fifty feet from the entrance gate. Just follow the road.” The Brownie leader pointed out the direction.
Not wishing the other girls to see the contents of her cherry pail, Veve carried it with her.
After she had trudged a short distance along the dusty road, she found the spring. A cool stream of water flowed out of a small pipe.
But someone was there ahead of Veve.
She saw at once that it was Juan, the little Mexican boy.
He had been washing his hands under the stream of water piped from the hillside. One of them seemed to be scratched, for it was bleeding.