Hand in hand, they raced to the oak tree where lunch had been served. All but two of the baskets already had been loaded into other cars.
“I’m glad there’s not much to carry,” Veve said.
She picked up one of the baskets and gave the other to Rosemary.
At the parked car, Miss Gordon shoved the hampers into the rear luggage compartment.
“There, I guess we have everything,” she declared. “My, but I am tired.”
“So am I,” yawned Veve. “After this picking job is over, I’ll go to bed and sleep a million years!”
The two girls curled up on the back seat, intending to relax during the ride into Rosedale.
A truck from the canning factory had blocked the entrance gate to Pa Hooper’s property. Not until it had moved on with its load of fruit, was Miss Gordon able to drive out into the main road.
The automobile had traveled perhaps a mile toward the city when the Brownie leader thought of an important matter.