"Then why should he object to your having a good education in Denver?
And look at the way he dresses you, Polly! I don"t want you to think I am poking fun at you, "cause I"m not, but the way you slick back your hair into two long braids and the baggy skirts you wear are simply outlandish. If I had that wonderful curly chestnut hair I"d make so much of it that I"d look positively beautiful."
Polly felt hurt, not only because of her love of the beautiful in everything, but also because she hoped Eleanor would turn out to be a staunch friend. Now, of course, she wouldn"t make friends with such an old-fashioned country girl!
"It"s much easier to keep the hair out of my face when it"s slicked back. Besides, there isn"t any dress-maker in Oak Creek better"n my mother. But she doesn"t have much time to trim dresses. When I go to Denver, I"ll have as fine a wardrobe as yours."
"If your father has any money why doesn"t he buy an automobile instead of using that awful ranch-wagon? And why doesn"t he hire servants to do the work your mother now does? She could sew on your clothes, if she had more time."
"Mother never liked to have me think much of dress and I have always been so busy with my pets and trips on the mountains, that I generally lived in my riding clothes during vacations. But my shoes are as good as yours--you said so. And my teeth and hands and feet are as carefully taken care of as yours or any one"s!"
Eleanor admitted that this was so, but Polly still had to prove that her father had money. And she insisted upon the fact being proven.
"If you don"t believe me, you can write to my brother John," declared Polly. "His best college friend visited here last vacation-time and simply went crazy over Rainbow Cliffs. He went so far as to have an expert mineralogist come over here to examine the stones. This man was out west on business for Tom Latimer"s father, and Tom said it would cost next to nothing to send for him. The man said the jewels would create the greatest wild-cat speculations in New York if they were placed on the market. Those were his very words!"
"Tom Latimer! Do you know him?" gasped Eleanor.
"He"s John"s chum. He visited here for several weeks and we had the loveliest times! I liked him a lot."
"I should think you would! But, Polly, Tom is several years older than you. In fact he is older than Bob, as she found out when she tried to capture him for herself. His father is one of the richest financiers in New York."
"I didn"t think of his age, although now you speak of it, I suppose he must be about John"s age. But he acted like a big boy, so we had fine times," explained Polly, entirely innocent of Eleanor"s hints regarding the young man.
Eleanor threw back her head and laughed heartily. "Just wait until I tell Bob this. Oh, how she will envy you your chance. Why, she did everything on earth but fling herself at his head when mother told her he was the richest catch of the season."
"Why, he told me he was never going to marry until he found another girl like Anne Stewart! He thinks _she_ is splendid. I asked him why he didn"t marry her, and he teased me by saying I wanted to know too much.
But he did tell me that Anne loved some one else who was a thousand times better than he, so he had no chance with her."
Eleanor glanced sharply at Polly to see whether she was innocent of guile or whether she was trying to hide her real meaning. She saw that her young companion had really no thought of love for herself or for her brother John. So Eleanor never hinted that she had a suspicion of the truth about Anne and John.
"Do you think Anne liked Tom Latimer?" she asked.
"Oh, yes! But she likes him because he is such a friend of my brother"s and her brother"s. You see, Anne"s brother Paul is at college with John and Tom," replied Polly.
"Yes, I know. My brother is one of their cla.s.s-mates, too. But I never met your brother or Paul. Mother said I was too young to appear in the drawing-room when Pete gave his party to his cla.s.s-mates this spring."
"Oh, I"ve heard about a "Pete" who is so clever in his engineering cla.s.s. Is that your brother?" eagerly asked Polly.
"Yes, and we"re proud of him! At least Dad and I are. I don"t suppose mother will feel proud of him until he marries a rich society girl. And Bob never bothers about what he does."
Now all this was new and strange gossip to Polly and she was willing to hear more along the same lines, but Anne and Barbara returned from the ravine, and the former called to them:
"Have you been wondering what kept us so long, girls?"
"Never thought of you. We"ve been getting acquainted," replied Eleanor, with a smile at Polly.
"That"s good. Now let"s go and visit Rainbow Cliffs," added Anne.
"Lead off, Polly and I will follow," said Eleanor, linking her arm through Polly"s.
Polly was not only surprised but pleased at Eleanor"s evident act of friendship. She had never had a girl-friend of her own age to confide in, and she had felt very diffident with these city girls after their arrival. But the short talk while sitting on the bowlder not only established a firmer foundation for good comradeship between the two girls, but it gave each a better appreciation of the other"s character.
After a circuitous walk, the four girls reached the cliffs where the jeweled stones shone resplendent from the side-walls and ground where tons of them were piled up in abandoned confusion.
"No wonder they are named Rainbow Cliffs! I never saw such a dazzling sight as these green, blue, red, and other colored stones!" cried Anne.
"They are so beautiful that it seems as if they are real jewels!"
sighed Barbara, gazing raptly at the seemingly precious stones.
"Polly says a man offered a fabulous price for a small interest in this spot," remarked Eleanor, taking up a handful of the pebbles and letting them run between her fingers in a speculative manner, while she glanced covertly at her sister.
"Not really!" exclaimed Barbara, looking at Polly.
"Yes, but please let"s not talk of it. Father does not like any of us to speak of it, as he fears John and I will have our heads turned,"
returned Polly, sending a reproachful look at Eleanor.
But Eleanor smiled with satisfaction, for she knew she had boosted Polly"s value a thousand fold in Barbara"s estimation.
"Well, I"d sell out if it was me! My, but the good times I could have on the money this would bring!" sighed Barbara, glancing up at the ma.s.ses of colored stones towering above her in the sunshine.
"My brother John says he is going to work these cliffs as soon as he finishes his college course of engineering," said Polly.
"And Tom Latimer is going to be his partner!" added Eleanor, watching her sister closely.
"Nolla, I didn"t tell you that, at all!" cried Polly.
"Tom Latimer! Does _she_ know him?" asked Barbara of Anne.
"I don"t know, Bob; Paul and he are great friends of John Brewster"s, you know."
Polly would not deign to look at Eleanor again, and took the homeward trail without another word as she felt pained at her newly found friend"s mis-statement of facts. But Eleanor had done it all for friendship"s sake. She knew what a radical change all this information would make in Barbara"s estimation of the Brewsters and the ranch, so she said more than she herself really believed true.
At that moment the dinner-horn sounded and the girls started for the house, without making further comment on the cliffs.
CHAPTER IX
SEVERAL MISUNDERSTANDINGS
As the four girls came around the corner of the ranch-house Sary banged a plate of hot biscuits upon the table. Some of the biscuits bounced off and rolled across the snowy cloth, so Sary made a swift lunge to catch them before they fell upon the ground.
Without hesitation, she replaced the biscuits on the plate and glared at the boarders as she mumbled to herself: "Sech high-filutin" a"rs Ah never did see afore!"
The strangers looked at each other, wondering what the maid"s perturbed manner portended. But Sary flounced back to the kitchen sending an angry glance over her shoulder before she entered that sacred precinct.
She quickly returned with a gla.s.s dish of pear preserves and another dish of home-pickled peaches. These were so placed as to flank the biscuits when Sary spied an inquisitive hornet about to settle upon the preserves.
"Git out o" that!" shrilled she, whacking at the insect with her kitchen towel.