“’Tis alright,” Marcelle assured her, “I’ll find something. Maybe I can help work too.” She did. The next morning when they arrived a stressed Mrs. Thompson, who was coordinating the event, rushed up to them and asked if Marcelle would be willing to help out and work as a waitress. Marcelle quickly accepted. The little festival was set up on a large field, and everyone in town came. It was a big event and one that everyone looked forward to. There it sat, under little white canvas booths; there were millions of games the children could play and in a field nearby, three-legged races as well as potato sack races would be held. Ellie worked at the pie booth. She and Jon had signed up to sell off pies of all kinds baked by the ladies of Donners Bend; there were blackberry, cherry, strawberry, peach, lemon meringue, blueberry, and most importantly, made from the Rhodes’ orchard, apple pies. Ellie had a wonderful time. She and Jon couldn’t stop laughing all day, and they loved to sneak in a few bites of pie for themselves every so often.
