With as much dignity as she could muster, Veve said good-bye. She felt bitterly disappointed by the refusal.
Where in the world now would she find a quilt for the show? In all Rosedale she did not know of another person who had a pretty one.
Twenty minutes later, when Veve reached home, her mother had arrived from the office.
“Mom, do you know of anyone who might have a quilt for our Brownie show?” the little girl asked.
Mrs. McGuire, who was making out the grocery list, did not give the question very much thought. “Why, no, dear,” she answered absently. “Must you have one soon?”
“Right away.”
“We’ll try to think of someone who has a nice quilt,” her mother said. “Just now I’m so busy—”
The telephone had started to ring. Mrs. McGuire asked Veve if she would answer it.
Taking down the receiver, the little girl was surprised to hear Miss Gordon’s voice.