“Veve,” the Brownie leader said. “I’ve just received a call from Mr. Hooper. He needs our help.”
“At the cherry orchard, you mean?” gasped Veve. She knew Miss Gordon would not have telephoned if the matter were not of utmost importance.
“Yes, this rain has made the cherries ripen very rapidly. Mr. Hooper is afraid he will lose much of his crop if he doesn’t get pickers right away.”
“Does he want the Brownies to come out there now, Miss Gordon?”
“Not tonight. But he has asked us to report the first thing in the morning. Can we count on you, Veve?”
“Oh, yes!”
“Good!” Miss Gordon approved. “I’m calling all the other girls. We’re to meet at my home at six-thirty sharp.”
“I’ll be there,” Veve promised.
“Oh, yes, another thing. Mr. Hooper wants us to bring any other pickers we can find. I thought possibly we might induce some of the mothers to go with us.”
“That would be fun! And we’d make a lot more money for the organization!”