"Oh, dear! that"s not very definite," sighed Betty.
But now she ran down the hilly street at a chance, turned a crooked corner and came plump upon the square and the soldiers" monument. There was the Littells" big, closed car just turning into the square from another street.
"What luck! Fancy!" gasped Betty, running swiftly to the place where the big car stopped.
"You"re better than prompt, Miss Betty," said the driver of the car. "I am glad I hadn"t to wait for you, for Mister Bob told me particular to get you home for luncheon. You"ll be wanted."
"What for? Do tell me what for, Carter!" Betty cried. "I thought Bob Henderson was awfully mysterious this morning at breakfast. Do you know what is in the wind, Carter?"
"Not me, Miss Betty," said the chauffeur, and having tucked the robes about her he shut the door and got into his own place. But before he started the car he said through the open window: "I have to delay a little, Miss. Must drive around by the bank and pick up Mr. Gordon. But I will hurry home after that."
"Oh! Uncle d.i.c.k did go to the bank here," murmured Betty, nestling back into the cushions and robes. "I wonder if he is going to stop off at Mountain Camp on his way back to Canada. Oh!" and she sighed more deeply, "if we could only go up there with him----"
The car stopped before the gray stone bank building. Uncle d.i.c.k seemed to have been on the watch for them, he came out so promptly. Although his hair was graying, especially about the temples, Mr. Richard Gordon was by no means an old looking man. He lived much out of doors and spent such physical energy only as his out-of-door life yielded, instead of living on his reserve strength as so many office-confined men do. Betty had learned all about that in physics. She was thoroughly an out-of-door girl herself!
"Oh, Uncle d.i.c.k!" she cried when he stepped into the car, "are you really and truly getting ready to go north again?"
"Must, my dear. Have still some work to do in spite of the ice and snow in Canada. And, as I told you, I mean to stop and see Jonathan Canary."
"That is what I mean, Uncle d.i.c.k," she cried. "Will you go to that lovely Mountain Camp all alo-o-one?"
"Mercy me, child, you never saw it--and in winter! You do not know whether it is lovely or not."
"It must be," said Betty warmly, "You have explained it all so beautifully to us. The lovely lake surrounded by hills, and the long toboggan slide, and the skating, and fishing for pickerel through the ice, and--Oh, dear me! if we can"t go----"
"If who can"t go?" demanded her uncle in considerable amazement.
"Why, me. And Bob. And Bobby Littell and Louise, and the Tucker twins, and all the rest. We were talking about it last night.
It--would--be--won--der--ful!"
"Well, of all the--Why, Betty!" exclaimed Mr. Gordon, "you know you must go right back to school."
"Yes, I know," sighed Betty. "It is like the fruits of Tantalus, isn"t it?
We read about him in Greek mythology--poor fellow! He stood up to his chin in water and over his head hung the loveliest fruits. But when he stooped to get a drink the water receded, and when he stood on tiptoe to reach the fruit, they receded too. It was dreadful! And Mountain Camp, where your friend Mr. Canary lives, is just like that. Uncle d.i.c.k. For us it is the fruits of Tantalus."
Uncle d.i.c.k stared at her for a moment, then he burst out laughing. But Betty Gordon remained perfectly serious until they arrived at Fairfields.
CHAPTER III
OFF FOR A GALLOP
The crowd at the Littell lunch table (and it was literally a "crowd"
although the Guerin girls and some of the other over Christmas visitors had already gone home) hailed Betty"s arrival vociferously.
"How do you stand it?" asked Uncle d.i.c.k, smiling at Mrs. Littell who presided at one end of the table. "I should think they would drive you distracted."
Mrs. Littell laughed jovially and beamed at her young company. "I am only distracted when Mr. Littell and I are here alone," she rejoined. "This is what keeps us young."
"You"ve only a shake to eat in, Betty," exclaimed Bobby Littell, who was very dark and very gay and very much alive all of the time. "Do hurry.
We"re "most through."
"Dear me! what can I eat in a shake?" murmured Betty, as the soup was placed before her. "And I am hungry."
"A milk-shake should be absorbed in a shake," observed Bob Henderson, grinning at her from across the table.
"I need more than that, Bob, after what I have been through this morning.
Such a job as shopping is! And oh, Bobby! I"ve got the loveliest thing to show you. You"ll just squeal!"
"What is it?" cried Bobby, eager and big-eyed at once. "Do hurry your luncheon, Betty. We"ve all got to change, and it"s almost time."
"Time for what?" demanded Betty, trying to eat daintily but hurriedly.
But Mrs. Littell called them to order here. "Give Betty time to eat properly. Whatever it is, Betty, it can"t begin until you are ready."
"I"m through, Mother," said Bobby. "May I be excused? I"ll have to help Esther, you know. You"d better forget your appet.i.te, Betty," she whispered as she pa.s.sed the latter on her way out of the room. "Time and tide wait for no man--or girl either."
"What does she mean?" wondered Betty, and became a little anxious as the others began to rise, too, and were excused. "Have we got to change? What is it--the movies? Or a party? Of course, it isn"t skating? Even if there was a little scale of ice last night, it would never in this world bear us," added Betty, utterly puzzled.
Bob Henderson had slipped around to her side of the table and leaned over her chair back to whisper in Betty"s ear:
"You"ve got to be ready in twenty minutes. The horses won"t stand this cold weather--not under saddle."
"Saddle! Horses!" gasped Betty Gordon, rising right up from the table with the soup spoon in her hand. "I--I don"t believe I want any more luncheon, Mrs. Littell. Really, I don"t need any more. Will you please excuse me?"
"Not if you run away with my spoon, Betty," laughed her hostess. "It was the dish that ran away with the spoon, and you are not a dish, dear."
"She"ll be dished if she doesn"t hurry," called Bob from the door, and then he disappeared.
"Sit down and finish your luncheon, Betty," advised Mrs. Littell. "I a.s.sure you that they will not go without you. The men can walk the horses about a little if it is necessary."
"I haven"t been in a saddle since I left the land of oil and my own dear Clover-pony!" cried Betty later, as she ran upstairs. "I know just where my riding habit is. Oh, dear! I hope I have as spirited a horse as dear Clover was. Are you all ready, Bobby? And you, too, Louise--and Esther?
Goodness me! suppose Carter had broken down on the road and hadn"t brought me back in time----
"Libbie! For goodness" sake don"t sit down in that chair. That package has got the loveliest orange silk over-blouse in it. Wait till you see it, Bobby."
She fairly dragged the plump girl, Libbie, away from the proximity of the chair in question and then began to scramble into her riding dress. The clatter of hoofs was audible on the drive as she fixed the plain gold pin in her smart stock.
"Of course," Betty said with a sigh, "one can"t wear a locket, with or without a chain, when one is riding. That dear locket Uncle d.i.c.k gave me!
I suppose it is safe enough in my bag. Well, I"m ready."
They all ran down to the veranda to see the mounts. Betty"s was a beautiful gray horse named Jim that she had seen before in the Fairfields stables.
"He"s sort of hard-bitted, Miss," said the smiling negro who held the bridle and that of Bobby"s own pony, a beautiful bay. "But he ain"t got a bad trick and is as kind as a lamb, Miss."
"Oh, I"m not afraid of him," declared Betty. "You ought to see my Clover.