“Why, you don’t live down that street,” Connie protested. “What are you up to anyhow?”
Veve would not say. Nor would she agree to allow her friend to accompany her.
“You’ll hear all about it at the next Brownie meeting,” she laughed. “That is, if I have luck.”
Now Veve had made up her mind to get busy and find a quilt for the show. She had recalled that a lady who lived on White St. had a beautiful one with dogwood flowers across its face. She meant to ask her for permission to display it in the exhibit.
“See you later!” she dismissed Connie.
Now Veve knew that the owner of the dogwood quilt was Miss Adelia Brimborough. She had never talked to her, however.
Therefore, the little girl was completely taken by surprise when a tall, prim lady answered her rap on the door.
Just by looking at her, Veve guessed that she did not like children.
“Well?” inquired Miss Brimborough. Her tone implied that she was in a great hurry.