“Who’s talking about being an old baby sitter?” Veve thrust the newspaper page under the other girl’s eyes. “This is a chance to make real money!”
“Doing what?” demanded Sunny skeptically.
“Picking cherries.”
Veve’s announcement took the Brownies so by surprise that they stopped eating cookies.
“Where?” questioned Connie. Although she intended to remain loyal to Miss Gordon and the quilt show, she couldn’t help being interested.
“Just read the ad!” Veve had jumped up from the rug and was prancing around the room like a frisky steed.
“How can anyone read it with you hopping up and down?” Eileen demanded. “Hold still a minute!”
As Veve quieted down, the Brownies crowded around to see the advertisement for themselves.
It read: “Cherry Pickers Wanted Immediately. Two Cents a Pound. Apply Wingate Farm, Rt. 1, Clove Rd.”
“Two cents a pound!” Veve chortled. “I bet I could pick a hundred pounds in just a few minutes.”