“Oh, dear!” the little girl thought. “This means there will be no cherry picking today.”
Veve was not too disappointed, however. For when she rolled over in bed, her shoulders ached and so did the muscles of her legs. She felt as if she could sleep a thousand years.
Just then, her mother called from downstairs: “Time to get up, Veve! It’s after nine o’clock!”
Nine o’clock! When Veve heard that, she rolled out of bed and began to dress. She had not dreamed it could be so late for it looked dark outside. Half the morning already was gone!
Mrs. McGuire had breakfast waiting when the little girl came downstairs. She had set out Veve’s favorite cereal, and had cooked tiny sausages.
“U-um, u-um,” Veve declared, smacking her lips. “I’m as hungry as a bear! Cherry picking certainly makes one hungry.”
Mrs. McGuire set a tall glass of milk in front of her daughter’s plate. “I let you sleep late because I knew you were tired,” she said. “There will be no cherry picking today. Miss Gordon called a few minutes ago, to say the Brownies are having a meeting though.”
“Where?” Veve demanded between bites of sausage.
“At Miss Gordon’s home. You’re to work on the quilt again.”
Veve made a grimace which showed exactly how she felt about sewing.