Uncle Cliff pondered for a moment. "That depends on what you call "extravagance." According to my definition it means spending more than you can afford."
"Blue Bonnet is certainly spending a great deal this summer. It must cost something to keep up a big place like this, so many servants besides all the guests."
"Mexicans don"t draw down princely salaries, you know," he argued.
"And we"re not used to counting noses at table. Besides, Blue Bonnet has enough to do just about as she likes with. Miss Clyde and I had some talk about it last winter--when she put the poor child on an allowance. Three dollars!" Mr. Ashe made a comical grimace. "Why, Mrs.
Clyde, I"ve been putting by Blue Bonnet"s profits every year for nearly sixteen years, and they"ve been pretty tidy sums, too. Besides, she"s going to have every penny of mine, some day. And now she"s old enough to enjoy spending, I don"t quite see the use of making her skimp." He looked very much in earnest and ready to "have it out" then and there.
"But the possessors of wealth should be taught the value of money, just the same, don"t you think so?" Mrs. Clyde urged.
"Surely!" he agreed. "And Blue Bonnet has a very fair idea of its value, I think. She gives more people a good time on it than any one I know. You never knew her to stay awake nights worrying over something for herself, now did you?"
"Blue Bonnet is not given to worrying over anything. Not that I wish her to. She is dear and warm-hearted and generous like her mother, but a little heedless,--Lucinda thinks. She needs to be taught that wealth entails responsibility."
"Lucinda!" was Mr. Ashe"s mental e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n. He might have known the source of Mrs. Clyde"s arguments. Miss Clyde had undoubtedly sound ideas on the up-bringing of the young, and any amount of New England thrift. He had unlimited respect for her strength of character; but also his opinion as to why she was still _Miss_ Clyde. "Maybe I"ve a queer mental twist," he went on audibly, "but that"s just what I don"t see the need of. Poor folk have to worry about making ends meet; but if money is of any use at all it"s to save one that kind of fretting.
When one feels the "responsibility of wealth," then it"s a burden. I"d hate to think Blue Bonnet would ever get to that pa.s.s."
Mrs. Clyde wished for Lucinda just at this moment; Miss Clyde could have met this argument with a worthy rejoinder, she was confident.
"Don"t you fear that thoughtless spending now may grow into future extravagance?" she asked rather helplessly.
"When the little girl begins to worry about bird-of-paradise aigrettes and pearl pendants for herself, I"ll believe she"s extravagant. As long as she spends only what she can afford and bestows it all upon others, I"ll not begin to fret," he said decidedly.
"Then you don"t think this camping-trip an extravagance? She is doing so much for the girls already that it seems rather unnecessary to me."
"It will be a wonderful experience for the girls--and they"re just the right age to enjoy it most. A few years later they"ll fuss about dirt and want springs on their beds."
Grandmother Clyde smothered a sigh; she had reached the latter stage, but perhaps it was not her place to "reason why." The conversation ended for the present, and during her stay on the ranch was not resumed.
As Uncle Cliff left the veranda after the conference, he was set upon by Blue Bonnet and Kitty and enticed to the lair of the We are Sevens, which chanced this time to be the summer-house in the Senorita"s little garden. This rather shaky bower, overgrown by jack-beans which held together the would-be rustic structure, had once been the pride of Blue Bonnet"s heart, but now, neglected--as was the garden since the advent of the ranch party--had become the residence of a large and growing family of insects. It served, however, as a very excellent spot for secret sessions such as the present one. A circular bench, very wobbly as to legs, had the advantage of bringing all the members face to face in solemn conclave. It was here their captive was haled.
"What says the n.o.ble Senora?" demanded Blue Bonnet, and then before he could answer she exclaimed--"Uncle Cliff, you must help us out. Life without that camping trip will be stale, flat and unprofitable."
"Oh, Blue Bonnet," said Sarah reproachfully, "how can you say that when we are having the most wonderful time that ever was?"
"Sarah, don"t weaken our case," Blue Bonnet admonished her. "It"s your place to look positively _pining_!"
"If you"ll allow me to speak," remarked Uncle Cliff, "I"ll put an end to your suspense. The Queen Mother says she will sacrifice herself for the weal of her subjects."
"Hooray!" cried Blue Bonnet, and the cry was echoed even by Sarah.
Alec and Knight, hearing the uproar on their way to the house, stopped and begged permission to enter.
"Come right in and sit down on the floor," said Blue Bonnet cordially.
"Alec, Grandmother says she"ll go!"
"So that"s what all the row"s about?" asked Knight. "Say, but I"m glad!"
Alec"s eyes shone. "Don"t you think I"d better go ahead with Knight? I could pick out a camping place and have everything ready for you." He had been awaiting a favorable moment to bring forth his quietly laid scheme, and the present seemed auspicious.
"I think that would be splendid," cried Blue Bonnet enthusiastically, reading Alec like a book. "But you"ll wait and go with us, won"t you, Uncle?"
"Can"t go this trip. Pete has gone up with some of the boys to cut out a bunch of beef-cattle. I"ll have to see to shipping them."
"Oh, Uncle,--we need you," remonstrated Blue Bonnet.
"And it"s almost as good to be needed as it is to be wanted. Thank you."
"We want you even more than we need you," she insisted.
"You"ll have plenty of men creatures to tyrannize over in camp. How many boys did you say there were, Knight?"
"There are twelve--and they know how to work, too."
"They"ll be worked all right," said Uncle Cliff with a wicked twinkle.
"We must all work," said Sarah conscientiously. "I think we had better begin to plan things and get ready right away."
"The first thing to do," said Blue Bonnet, "is to make a huge lot of pinoche."
Sarah regarded her in astonishment. "Do you propose to live on pinoche?"
"No, goose, but with twelve boys in camp--not counting Alec and Knight, a pound won"t go very far. And we must send to Jonah for marshmallows."
"Hadn"t you better include several tons of angel-cake and fifty gallons or so of ice-cream?" asked Kitty.
"Just you wait, Kitty-Kat. When you see the use to which I put those marshmallows, you"ll see that I"m the most practical member of the Club," Blue Bonnet prophesied solemnly.
"Grandmother, you"re such a success," she said later, as they two sat discussing ways and means for the camping-trip.
"A success?" Mrs. Clyde questioned.
"As a grandmother, you know. If I"d had you made to order I wouldn"t have had you a mite different! I hope our trip isn"t going to be too hard for you. I promised Aunt Lucinda to take care of you, and I suspect sometimes that I"m not quite living up to the contract."
"We elderly people must guard against getting "set in our ways."
Camp-life is certainly a good corrective for that." Mrs. Clyde smiled rather ruefully.
"It surely is," Blue Bonnet laughed. "It would never suit Aunt Lucinda. But she isn"t sixty-five years young!"
"Nor fifteen years old."
"Was she ever? Somehow I can"t imagine her different. It must give one a very--solid feeling, to be as sure about everything as Aunt Lucinda is. But she misses a lot of fun!"
Early the next morning Alec and Knight rode away; Knight looking very soldierly and capable now that his arm no longer reposed in its scarlet sling; Alec with his blankets in a business-like roll behind his saddle, and both boys provided with a "snack of lunch" to eat on the way. Alec"s eyes were shining with antic.i.p.ation; even Strawberry pranced more joyously than usual as though she knew a good time was in store.
The We are Sevens accompanied the travellers as far as Kooch"s, and sent them off from that point weighted with injunctions and messages innumerable. That ride, even Sarah admitted, was a "grand and glorious" success; the air was fresh and sweet, Comanche very tractable, and everybody in the best of humors. The girls returned to the ranch full of plans for the camping trip, and for the rest of the day, and for several days following, made out exhaustive lists of eatables, bedding and utensils such as would have provided amply for a regiment of soldiers. In the midst of the preparations Sarah was caught red-handed packing her drawn-work among her effects.
"She"ll have to be watched, girls," said Kitty. "White linen drawn-work on a camping-trip! Next she"ll be slipping in white pique skirts and dancing slippers."
"I suppose you"ll object to my taking handkerchiefs, too?" Sarah"s look was a mixture of irony and indignation.