"My kingdom!" said Casey. "Welcome to it!"
Clyde was surprised, in a measure disappointed. She had pictured it differently. With her the word "ranch" had connoted large prairie areas, bald landscapes, herds of cattle, lonely hors.e.m.e.n, buildings more or less ugly, unrelieved by any special surroundings. Here were green fields, trees, water, painted barns, and a neat little house of the bungalow type.
"Why," she exclaimed, "it"s a farm!"
"Thank you," he responded; "that"s what we"re trying to make it. Only out here we call them "ranches." Slightly more picturesque term, glorified by fiction, calculated to appeal to the imagination. Gives the impression of a free, breezy life in which the horse does all the work. Invaluable in selling land. But in strict confidence I may say that work on a farm in the East and on a ranch in the West are twins--you can"t tell t"other from which."
McHale appeared as they drove up, to relieve Casey of the horses. He was freshly shaven, and dressed with unusual care. Feng, in white jacket and ap.r.o.n, grinned from his quarters, appraising the "_hiyu_ lich gal," with an eye to possible dollars.
"Now, this house," Casey explained, as they entered, "belongs to you three. It"s yours to have, hold, and occupy for your sole use and benefit while you are here. Is that sufficiently legal, Wade? The Chinaman is yours, too. He takes his orders from you. Mrs. Wade, your room is there. Miss Burnaby, that one is intended for you. But if you like to change about, do so, by all means."
"And which is your room?" Wade asked.
"I"m bunking in one of the other buildings."
"What? We"re putting you out of your own house!" Wade exclaimed. "That won"t do, Casey, really it won"t. We won"t let you."
"Of course not," his wife concurred.
"Indeed we won"t," said Clyde.
But Casey was firm. He explained that he came and went at all hours, rose early, had to be where he could confer with McHale. He insisted on his fictions, and ended by half convincing them.
Clyde, entering the room he had pointed out as hers, was struck by its absolute cleanness and daintiness. The curtains were tastefully draped, tied with ribbon; there were scarfs on dresser and stand, pin-cushion and pins, little trays for trifles. The bed was made with hospital neatness.
A moment afterward Kitty Wade entered, looking around.
"Yours, too," she said. "No mere bachelor ever did these things, Clyde.
The Chinaman is out of the question. It is to find the woman."
"We"ll ask Mr. Dunne," said Clyde.
But it was not till after dinner that Kitty Wade did so.
"Miss McCrae was kind enough to fix up the rooms for you," Casey replied.
"Who is Miss McCrae?"
Casey pulled a handful of photographs from a drawer, and shuffled them.
He handed one to Mrs. Wade.
"That"s Sheila McCrae. I"ll drive you over to Talapus, her father"s place, one of these days."
Clyde, moved by an interest which she could not understand, bent over Kitty Wade"s shoulder. The picture was an enlarged snapshot, but a splendid likeness. Sheila was standing, one hand by her side holding her riding hat, the other, half raised to her hair, as if to arrange it when the shutter had opened. Her dark, keen face with its touch of wistfulness looked full at them.
"What a nice-looking girl!" Kitty Wade exclaimed. "Don"t you think so, Clyde?"
Clyde agreed perfunctorily. But, looking into the steady, fearless eyes of the pictured girl, she felt a vague, incomprehensible hostility.
Kitty Wade glanced at her quickly, detecting the strained note. Clyde felt the glance, and inwardly resented it. Kitty Wade"s eyes were altogether too observant.
CHAPTER XVII
When Clyde awoke next morning she lay for some time in dreamy content.
She was deliciously rested. The cold, clear, early morning air pouring in through the open window beneath the partially drawn blind was like an invigorating draught. Outside, beyond the shade of the veranda, she could see sunlight. Somewhere a horse whinnied. In the house she could hear an occasional rattle of dishes. She rose and dressed, humming a song. She felt strangely happy, as though she had attained a long-sought goal. Life that morning seemed to take on a new meaning to her; to be sweeter and cleaner, good in itself, a thing to rejoice in.
The very air she breathed seemed charged with the indistinguishable odours of growing things, as it might strike the unspoiled, sensitive nostrils of a child. She felt a child"s joy in merely being.
"How well you are looking, Clyde," said Kitty Wade, as she entered the breakfast room.
"Positively blooming," said Wade.
"Positively bloomin" hungry," laughed Clyde. "I haven"t had such an appet.i.te since I left boarding school."
"G.o.d save all here!" said Casey, from the door. "How did you sleep? No need to ask you ladies, and it doesn"t matter about Wade. Hey, you, Feng! You catch breakfast quick!"
During the meal they made plans for the day. In the morning Casey was going to shift the water to his oats; in the afternoon he would drive them over to Talapus. They would have supper there, and return by moonlight. Meanwhile they were to consider the place theirs, to go where and do what they liked.
"I"ll help you," Wade offered.
"We"ll all help you," said Clyde.
"I can rig Wade out for irrigating," Casey replied, "but not you ladies. It"s too muddy a job for you."
"But I should like to see how it is done," said Clyde.
She had her way, and accompanied them to the field, watching the turning of the water down the rows, the careful adjustment of its flow, and the progress of the streams. In spite of her care she became wet and muddy--and enjoyed herself the more.
"I told you so," said Casey. "No sympathy, Miss Burnaby."
"I don"t want it. I"m enjoying myself. I"d like to play in the water, to sail sticks down the ditch, and pretend that they were boats."
"Shocking!" he laughed. "But I"d like to play with you."
"Nice pair of kids you are," Wade commented. He was perspiring from unaccustomed exertion. ""Pon my soul, though, I feel the same. To think of me messing away my life in a tenth-story office worrying about other people"s business and quarrels! What do you keep in this air, Casey?
Old Ponce de Leon"s Fountain of Youth?"
"I keep some very fair Scotch in a cupboard at the house," Casey responded. "The water is all right now. Suppose we adjourn."
"I"ll go you once," said Wade.
"Where do I come in?" Clyde asked. "I"m thirsty, too."
"Feng shall produce Chakchak fizzes for both of us."
They trooped into the house, thirsty, hungry, and laughing, and Kitty Wade exclaimed at Clyde"s dress.