The Brownie Scouts in the Cherry Festival

With Mr. McLean in charge, plans already were moving forward very smoothly. Newspapers carried front page stories about the coming festival. The Brownies were given full credit...

“We pieced it, expecting to sell it at a quilt show,” Eileen answered. “Instead, we--we lost it. Miss Gordon left it under an oak tree on Mr. Hooper’s place, and the next thing...

Six needles nibbled at the gay scraps of cotton cloth. Six pairs of scissors went snip, snip, snip as the Brownie Scouts worked at their sewing in the Williams’ living room.

All the girls wore blue jeans instead of dresses, for Miss Gordon had warned them that frocks might be ruined by fruit stains. The Brownie leader had packed enough lunch for eve...

The trucker had been very willing to give them a lift back to the Hooper farm. However, on the way to the orchard, he had chosen a shorter side road instead of taking the main h...

“We might be able to clear up the misunderstanding.” The Brownie leader spoke thoughtfully. “I certainly don’t want the Mexicans to leave the community. Nor for that matter to f...

However, Mrs. Grayson had been watching the two girls from her front porch. Of course she knew that they had missed their bus. Still wearing a kitchen apron, she came down the s...

Veve was happy as a lark, humming a Brownie song as she stripped cherries into her pail. Now that she had learned the trick of pulling the fruit from the trees, it was much easi...

“Pickers went to and from the orchard all day,” Miss Gordon declared. “Oh, dear, it was careless of me not to have locked it in the car. And to think how many long hours the Bro...

The festival continued. Everyone had a good time, but the Brownies could not forget how Juan and his friends had been sent away. The thought of it made them feel rather unhappy.

Veve looked quickly about for an object. On the opposite side of the road, a washing hung on a line. The little girl noticed a blue shirt flapping in the breeze.

“He’s a Mexican, and they aren’t allowed to use the beaches hereabouts,” the man repeated. “Juan, as you call him, may be all right, but if I let him swim here, all the camp wou...

Veve was not too disappointed, however. For when she rolled over in bed, her shoulders ached and so did the muscles of her legs. She felt as if she could sleep a thousand years.

Veve brushed dirt from her Brownie uniform and picked up the beanie which had fallen from her head. Ruefully she gazed at the spilled cherries. Scarcely a handful remained in th...

Instead of having a worthless coverlet, she now was the possessor of one that was the equal of any of the others obtained for the Brownie show. Best of all, it was her very own.