By the end of the second day, Connie, Jane, and Rosemary had disposed of a total of twenty-two and had six “promised.” Eileen sold seven, Belinda five, Sunny four, and Veve only one.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to sell any more either,” she told Connie one afternoon as she sat in the Williams’ yard where her friend was digging dandelions. “Everyone already has been asked by someone else.”
“How are you going to earn your camp money, Veve?”
“Maybe I won’t go.”
“Oh, Veve! If you want to help me dig dandelions—”
“I don’t,” said Veve quickly, noticing a blister on Connie’s finger. “It makes your hand sore. Can’t you think of an easier way to make money?”
“I’ve earned two dollars already,” Connie said, tossing another dandelion into the basket. “I’m not afraid of hard work.”
“Say, I know a way to make money!” Veve broke in suddenly.
“Then why not try it?” Connie demanded a trifle crossly. Tired and discouraged from having dug so many weeds, she felt that her friend at least might make an effort.
“Oh, I couldn’t do it alone. But together we could work it out and it would be fun. Let’s have a circus of our own!”