Veve, however, did not hear. She nudged the truck driver.
“Bill, how long will we have to stay here?”
“Hard to tell,” he replied. “Something seems to be holding up the trucks at the cannery. They’re not moving up very fast.”
“Will we be here ten minutes?”
“We might. Then again we might not.”
“I can make it,” Veve declared and started to scramble over the high sideboard of the truck.
Jane clutched her by the seat of her jeans.
“Hey, you! Where do you think you’re going?” she demanded.
“After that quilt.” Veve pulled free and leaped lightly to the pavement. “I’m going to ask if I may have it for our Brownie show.”