"Oh, Alec!" Blue Bonnet was trembling. To hide it she bent and picked up little Texas, stroking one of his silky ears. The coyotes had been placed in the empty rabbit-hutch, and were growing prodigiously.
"Well, it"s better to know the truth and face it, isn"t it?" Alec asked, as if rather resenting her tone.
"Yes, but--I can"t see how you can speak so lightly about it. It"s so dreadfully--serious."
"Lightly?" echoed Alec. "You"re mistaken, Blue Bonnet. I know it"s a mighty serious business for me. Why, if I could view it lightly, I could sit down and write Grandfather about it this very minute--"
"Well, if you don"t, I"m going to!" she declared.
"Will you? Oh, Blue Bonnet, that"s just what I"ve been hoping you"d do!" The relief in Alec"s tone was unmistakable. "He"s mighty fond of you, and I"m sure he"d consider that it came better from you than from me. And it will be a lot easier for you to do it, under the circ.u.mstances."
Easier! Blue Bonnet bent hastily and put Texas back in the bunny-house so that Alec might not see her face. If he had not been absorbed in his own thoughts he must have seen what a shock his words had been to her. It was so unlike Alec to put upon a girl a task he felt too hard for himself,--a sort of cowardice of which she would never have believed him capable. It took her some seconds to steady her voice before she could answer:
"I"ll write to-morrow."
"You"re a trump, Blue Bonnet! I seem to get deeper and deeper into your debt," he said earnestly.
Blue Bonnet fastened the little door of the rabbit-hutch, leaving Texas and Ma.s.sachusetts to one of their frequent naps, and then walked back to the house in silence. Alec, observing her, believed her to be composing her letter to the General.
"The first of August to-day, just think how our summer is flying!"
remarked Amanda next morning.
"Just three weeks to Blue Bonnet"s birthday," said Sarah, who was engaged in making some mental calculations.
"Sixteen! Just think how old I"m getting!" Blue Bonnet"s smile showed her not at all depressed at the prospect.
Uncle Joe cleared his throat gruffly. Why on earth did everybody keep harping on Blue Bonnet"s growing up?
"I reckon you"ll be having some howling celebration?" he asked rather crossly.
"You wager we will!" Uncle Cliff replied, all the more cheerfully because he guessed the reason for Uncle Joe"s irritation. "A sixteenth birthday only comes once in a lifetime."
Mrs. Clyde, feeling an unusual sympathy with Uncle Joe, was silent.
"We must have some sort of a party that"s--different," exclaimed Blue Bonnet.
"Everything"s different in Texas," Sarah remarked, and the usual laugh followed.
"We can"t have a dance without any boys," Blue Bonnet reflected.
"No boys?" exclaimed Uncle Joe, with a return of his twinkle, "Well, for a ranch that keeps a baker"s dozen of cowboys--"
"All Mexicans except Sandy and Pete!" exclaimed Blue Bonnet scornfully.
"I"ll agree to furnish a boy apiece for the festive occasion," said Uncle Cliff; and Blue Bonnet, exchanging a glance with him, knew he was nursing a well-laid scheme. "Now, listen," he continued. "I"ve been thinking over this thing--had time to think this last week!--and I"ve got it all figured out. My idea is to have an all-day affair, a real old-fashioned Spanish tournament."
Blue Bonnet clapped her hands. "Oh, Uncle Cliff, you do think of the most glorious things!"
"In the morning," Uncle Cliff went on, "we could have a steer-roping contest--the Mexicans adore that--and Senorita Ashe bestow the prizes.
And then--"
"Some bronco-busting," suggested Uncle Joe. Blue Bonnet turned pale and Uncle Cliff kicked his foreman under the table.
"None of that," he said briefly. "Too crude for our select company."
"A bull-fight, then," Uncle Joe persisted, "--that"s Spanish, and the most seeleck ladies adore the ring."
"Oh, no!" cried Blue Bonnet, before she caught the gleam of mischief in the speaker"s eye.
"We might have some races in the pasture," Alec suggested.
"Sure!" exclaimed Uncle Cliff. "And end with a grand fete in the evening,--and give everybody a holiday."
"Won"t it be a great deal of work?" Mrs. Clyde inquired.
"Heaps. But these greasers never have enough to do,--we"ll make them work for once," Mr. Ashe replied.
"What shall we wear?" Of course it was Kitty who asked.
"Oh, girls, I"ve the loveliest plan,--you don"t mind, do you, Grandmother, if I get out my Spanish costume again?"
Grandmother smiled at a sudden recollection. "No, dear. I think it would fit this occasion admirably."
"But we haven"t Spanish costumes!" said Debby and Amanda in a breath.
"Get them!" Blue Bonnet exclaimed. "Any old-fashioned, bright-colored gown will do to begin with, and a lace scarf for mantilla--"
"But where are we to get the gowns,--they don"t grow on bushes,"
demanded Kitty.
"There is such a thing as a post, Kitty, and an express company. And you know your attics at home are full of lovely old things."
"Then we"ll have to send right away to get them here in time."
The girls rose as if there were not a moment to lose, and, later in the day, Shady rode to Jonah with a well-filled mail-bag.
Blue Bonnet spent the entire morning over the composition of her letter to General Trent. When she sat down soberly to write Alec"s grandfather a plain statement of facts, she found she had no facts to tell,--only a host of vague fears and hints that Alec had uttered from time to time. It was hardly to be wondered at, therefor, that her epistle when finished was pervaded with mystery of a veiled sort that made the General knit his brow, fall into a brown study, and then stalk off to the telegraph office.
It was Uncle Cliff who received the message and the matter aroused no comment. It said simply:
"With your permission will come to Texas. Arrive August twentieth. Prefer Alec should not know."
A telegram just as brief was despatched in reply; and no one was the wiser except Blue Bonnet and Grandmother Clyde. Blue Bonnet was much elated. Telling bad news at long range was something she did not approve of, and it promised to be a far easier solution of the problem to have the General see and learn for himself. It was not easy, however, to keep the matter from Alec, and Blue Bonnet, who had never had a secret of such importance before, had trouble more than once to keep from blurting it out.
The air for the next few days was full of mystery. Preparations for the birthday went forth apace, and the question of gifts was the important topic of the hour. Isolation from shops threw the girls largely upon their own resources; besides, it was known that Mrs.
Clyde did not favor anything but the simplest of gifts. Sarah, whose drawn-work had progressed steadily in spite of all obstacles, enjoyed a small triumph, being the only one prepared with a suitable present.
"Now they"ll leave me in peace while I finish it," she thought with a sigh of relief.