While the family sat at table enjoying the quiet Sunday evening, Sary took advantage of their interesting discourse to slip away from the kitchen and examine the beautiful lace-trimmed apparel spread out upon the great bed in the guest-room.
"Laws me! Ef it hain"t like a bridal outfit. Ef Ah ever hed hed th"
chanst t" put on ennything like-es-that, I"d not have hed t"marry a poor rancher like Bill. Ah could have hed my pick of the men at Oak Crick!"
Sary sighed with pity at her own limitations in life, and she crept back to her kitchen planning how she could manage to get one of the girls to present her with some of the bridal finery. Thus pondering the problem, she sat down opposite Jeb and entertained him, as he ate his Sunday supper of pork and beans.
CHAPTER X
THE DANCE AT BEAR FORKS
The interesting events which crowded each other, day after day, in this western life, so engrossed the girls that Bob forgot her vow to send a telegram for return money to Chicago. She even forgot to write to Mrs.
Maynard at Newport, or to any of her society friends, until Anne reminded her of a duty to her parents.
Tuesday following their first Sunday at Pebbly Pit, a rancher"s wife called just before noon, to deliver invitations.
"Ah heer"d tell how you-all had comp"ny this summer?" were the words with which she greeted Mrs. Brewster.
"Yes, a few young people. Will you be seated, Mrs. Halsey?" said Mrs.
Brewster, placing a chair on the vine-shaded porch.
"Ah come t" ast you-all--say, you, Sally, stop pickin" them flowers!
Mis" Brewster"ll lick yuh!" The visitor interrupted herself to shout at her little girl who proved to be a naughty one.
"Ez Ah was sayin", Ah come t" leave an invite fer th" hop at Bear Forks. We-all is glad t" see Anne Stewart, which was a school-teacher some time back, an" it was fit t" celebrate her friendship, in some way. Don"t cha think a dance jes" th" thing?" As the visitor spoke she rocked violently back and forth.
"I"m sorry my visitors are not here to thank you themselves, but I feel sure they will be delighted to attend the dance," replied Mrs.
Brewster, shaking her head rebukingly at the small boy who stood on the rockers of his mother"s chair, and gripped hold of the back, and so was roughly swayed back and forth with the rocking.
"See har, yuh Jim Henderson Halsey--git down from thar! Ef Ah ketch yuh, Ah"ll skin yer face fer the hop--that Ah will!" threatened the mother, trying to reach her young hopeful.
But Jim Henderson Halsey knew from dire experiences just what to expect did his mother succeed in catching him, so he dodged and ran away.
"Did you-all say the gals would be in shortly?" asked the caller.
"No, I said they were _not_ in. They are at the corral this morning."
"Laws me! What a place t" spend th" mornin". Ah reckon they"ll be along any time, then."
"They left here just before you came and they are practicing on our western horses before taking any long trips," explained Mrs. Brewster, looking regretfully at the flower-beds where the two willful children were destroying the fruits of her planting.
Mrs. Halsey followed her hostess"s glance and jumped up. "Ef yuh two varmints don"t quit that, an" come right t" me, Ah"ll--Ah"ll shet yuh up in a boogy-hole!" shrilled the irate mother.
Sary heard the familiar voice and instantly ran from the kitchen to a.s.sist in entertaining the morning visitor. The two bad youngsters, left to their own devices, began throwing the whitewashed stones that encircled Mrs. Brewster"s roundels.
"How-dy, Miss Halsey?" was Sary"s greeting, her large hand extended in cordial comradeship.
"Oh, it"s Sary Dodd! How-dee, Sary? Ah recommember now that you-all come t" live wid Miss Brewster. How"d you-all like th" place?"
The visitor"s frankness lost none of its curiosity as she eagerly waited to hear all about the Brewster family with the mistress still present, but ignored.
Sary was in her glory and made the most of it. She had just reached the point where she intended asking the "gossip" to stop to have dinner, when a crash interrupted the enlivening Yellow Jacket Pa.s.s conversation.
"Sary, run and see what those children have done!" cried Mrs. Brewster, mentally thanking her stars for the timely intervention.
Soon the ladies heard Jim Henderson Halsey bawling loudly, and his sister backing away from the b.u.t.tery while she continued making faces at the angry help. The little girl"s protruded tongue made Sary rush at her with uplifted palm, but both youngsters were so accustomed to dodging these attacks, that they reached the haven of Mrs. Halsey"s presence without a painful encounter.
"The ol" thing shook me till my teeth rattled!" wailed Jim Henderson, etc.
"Sarves yuh right! What cha be"n up t", any way?" retorted Mrs. Halsey, the hope of dinner still lingering, but growing dim as Sary did not return.
Fortunately, for the general peace of all concerned, Mr. Brewster drove up to the porch, on his way to Oak Creek. His wife"s beseeching look appealed to him understandingly.
"Good morning, Mrs. Halsey. Ah hear you-all are inviting folks to the dance at the school house. Want me to give you a lift to Jamison"s ranch--he hasn"t been invited yet!"
"Why, Ah figgered goin" thar after dinner. Be you-all goin" off before yuh eat?"
"Ah am not sure when we will have dinner to-day, the young ladies are so engaged with riding, you see."
The moment the Halsey scions heard mention of "dinner" they clung to their mother"s skirts and whined: "We-all wanta stay to dinnerr! Don"t cha go widdout dinnerr!"
"Why not give the children some cake, mother, and then Mrs. Halsey can have a bite with Jamison. He can lift her on to the next ranch, too,"
suggested Mr. Brewster.
Mrs. Brewster instantly acquiesced and ran to cut three generous triangles of cake, while her husband came up and lifted Sally up into the deep wagon. Before any of the Halsey family could protest, he had turned, lifted Jim Henderson up beside his sister and then asked the visitor if he could help her up to the seat.
The cake was distributed, and the vexed but vanquished morning caller jabbed a hat-pin through her rusty toque and pulled her jet-trimmed shoulder cape tightly over her back, before bowing haughtily to Mrs.
Brewster.
Not until the ranch-wagon turned the edge of Rainbow Cliffs did Mrs.
Brewster permit herself to leave the post of watching and slump down into the porch rocker with a sigh of grat.i.tude.
Half an hour later the sound of wheels caused her to spring up in dread, but her husband"s cheery laugh relieved her fears.
"Ah saw your difficulty and did the only sensible thing; but we-all must keep this trick a secret. If Sary gets hold of it, my reputation in Bear Forks, or Yellow Jacket Pa.s.s, is gone," confided Sam Brewster to his wife, as he glanced fearfully about for Sary.
The horn for dinner sounded shortly after the master"s return and, at the table, the girls were told of the visitor and her invitation to the dance, but no word of her form of departure was mentioned.
"It"s lucky we have evening-dresses," remarked Barbara.
"Do folks dress up at these parties?" asked Eleanor.
"I should say we do!" declared Polly.
Mrs. Brewster and Anne were talking in low tones and did not hear the question and answer, so they did not explain what Polly meant by "dressing up."