“Si, Senor,” the little Mexican boy muttered. Picking up his nearly empty pail, he smiled again at Veve, and ambled up the road.
Back at the Hooper orchard, the Brownies had finished their lunch and were ready to resume their picking.
“Where’s Veve?” Jane demanded impatiently. “She’s always late. She hasn’t even weighed in her last picking.”
“That’s because she didn’t have enough cherries to turn in,” said Eileen.
Veve came up to the oak tree just in time to hear the last remark.
“Who says I haven’t any cherries?” she demanded, offering her pail in proof. “Full to the brim!”
The Brownies were amazed. They had been so certain that Veve’s bucket was nearly empty.
“How did you get so many cherries so quickly?”
Connie asked suspiciously. “When I last saw your pail—”