I found one I liked better. Watts, he hain"t no help to a body, he hain"t no aggucation to speak of, an" don"t never read none, an"
would as soon I"d name his children John, like his ma done him. As I was sayin" there hit wus in the almanac the name "twould of fitten the baby to a T. Vernal Esquimaux, hit said, March 21, 5:26 A.M. The baby was borned March the 21st, "tween five an" six in the mornin". Nex"
time I wus to town I hunted up preacher Christie, but he said he couldn"t onbabitize her, an" he reckoned Chatenoogy Tennessee wus as good as Vernal Esquimaux, anyhow, an" we could save Vernal Esquimaux fer the next one--jest"s ef yo" could hev "em like a time table!"
The afternoon was a.s.siduously devoted to overhauling the contents of a huge tin trunk in an effort to find a frock suitable for the momentous occasion of Microby Dandeline"s journey. The one that had served for the previous visit, a tight little affair of pink gingham, proved entirely inadequate in its important dimensions, and automatically became the property of the younger and smaller Lillian Russell.
Patty"s suggestion of a simple white lawn that reposed upon the very bottom of the trunk was overruled in favor of a betucked and beflounced creation of red calico in which Ma Watts had beamed upon the gay panoply of the long remembered "circust." An hour"s work with scissors and needle reduced the dress to approximately the required size. When the task was completed Watts appeared with the information that he reckoned the wagon would run, and that the "young-uns" were out in the hills hunting the "hosses."
At early dawn the following morning Patty was awakened by a timid hand upon her shoulder.
"Hit"s daylight, an" Pa"s. .h.i.tchin" up the hosses." Arrayed in the red dress, her eyes round with excitement and antic.i.p.ation, Microby Dandeline was bending over her whispering excitedly, "An" breakfus"s ready, an" me an" Ma"s got the lunch putten up, an" hit"s a pow"ful long ways to town, an" we better git a-goin"."
"Stay right clost an" don"t go gittin" lost," admonished Ma watts, as she stood in the doorway and surveyed her daughter with approval born of motherly pride. The pink gingham sunbonnet that matched the tight little dress had required only a slight "letting out" to make it "do,"
and taken in conjunction with the flaming red dress, made a study in color that would have delighted the heart of a Gros Ventre squaw.
Thick, home-knit stockings, and a pair of stiff cow-hide shoes completed the costume, and made Microby Dandeline the center of an admiring semi-circle of Wattses.
"Yo" sh.o.r.e look right pert an" briggity, darter," admitted Watts.
"Don"t yo" give the lady no trouble, keep offen the railroad car tracks, an" don"t go talkin" to strangers yo" don"t know, an" ef yo"
see preacher Christie tell him howdy, an" how"s he gittin" "long, an"
we"re doin" the same, an" stop in nex" time he"s out in the hills." He handed Patty the reins. "An" mom, yo" won"t fergit them steeples, an"
a ax, an" a spade?"
"I won"t forget," Patty a.s.sured him, and as Microby Dandeline was saying good-by to the small brothers and sisters, the man leaned closer. "Ef they"s any change left over I wisht yo"d give her about ten cents to spend jest as she pleases."
The girl nodded, and as Microby Dandeline scrambled up over the wheel and settled herself beside her upon the board that served as a seat, she called a cheery good-by, and clucked to the horses.
The trail down Monte"s Creek was a fearsome road that sidled dangerously along narrow rock ledges, and plunged by steep pitches into the creek bed and out again. Partly by sheer luck, partly by bits of really skillful driving, but mostly because the horses, themselves knew every foot of the tortuous trail, the descent of the creek was made without serious mishap. It was with a sigh of relief that Patty turned into the smoother trail that lead down through the canyon toward town. In comparison with the b.u.mping and jolting of the springless lumber wagon, she realized that the saddle that had racked and tortured her upon her outward trip had been a thing of ease and comfort. Released from her post at the brake-rope, Microby Dandeline immediately proceeded to remove her shoes and stockings. Patty ventured remonstrance.
"Hit"s hot an" them stockin"s scratches. "Tain"t no good to wear "em in the summer, nohow, "cept in town, an" I kin put "em on when we git there. Why does folks wear "em in town?"
"Why, because it is nicer, and--and people couldn"t very well go around barefooted."
"I kin. I like to "cept fer the p.r.i.c.kly pears. Is they p.r.i.c.kly pears in town?" Without waiting far a reply the girl chattered on, as she placed the offending stockings within her shoes and tossed them back upon the hay with which the wagon-box was filled. "I like to ride, don"t you? We"ve got to ride all day an" then we"ll git to town. We goin" to sleep in under the wagon?"
"Certainly not! We will go to the hotel."
"The hotel," breathed the girl, rapturously. "An" kin we eat there too?"
"Yes, we will eat there, too."
"An" kin I go to the store with yo"?"
"Yes."
Patty"s answers became shorter as her attention centered upon a horseman who was negotiating the descent of what looked like an impossibly steep ridge.
"That"s Buck!" exclaimed Microby Dandeline, as she followed the girl"s gaze. The rider completed the descent of the ridge with an abrupt slide that obscured him in a cloud of dust from which he emerged to approach the trail at a swinging trot. Long before he was near enough for Patty to distinguish his features, she recognized him as her lone horseman of the hills. "If it is his intention to presume upon our chance meeting," she thought, "I"ll----" The threat was unexpressed even in thought, but her lips tightened and she flushed hotly as she remembered how he had picked her up as though she had been a child and placed her in the saddle.
"Who did you say he is?" she asked, with a glance toward the girl at her side.
"He"s Vil Holland, an" his hoss"s name is Buck. I like him, only sometimes he chases me home."
"Vil Holland!" she exclaimed aloud, and her lips pressed tighter. So this man was Vil Holland--_that_ Vil Holland, everybody called him.
The man who had chased an inoffensive sheep herder from the range, and whose name stood for lawlessness in the hill country! So Aunt Rebecca"s allusion to desperate characters had not been so far-fetched, after all. He looked the part. Patty"s glance took in the vivid blue scarf with its fastening of polished buffalo horn, the huge revolver that swung in its holster, and the brown leather jug that dangled from the horn of his saddle.
"Good-mornin"!" He drew up beside the trail, and the girl reined in her horses, flushing slightly as she did so--she had meant to drive past without speaking. She acknowledged the greeting with a formal bow. The man ignored the frigidity.
"I see you found Watts"s all right."
"Yes, thank you."
"Well, if there ain"t Microby Dandeline! An" rigged out for who throw"d the chunk! Goin" to town to take in the picture show, an all the sights, I expect."
"We"re goin" to the _hotel_," explained the girl proudly.
"My ain"t that fine!"
"I got a red dress."
"Why so you have. Seein" you mentioned it, I can notice a shade of red to it. An" that bonnet just sets it off right. That"ll make folks set up an" take notice, I"ll bet."
"I"m a-goin" to the store, too."
"What do you think of that!" the man drew a half-dollar from his pockets. "Here, get you some candy an" take some home to the kids."
Microby reached for the coin, but Patty drew back her arm.
"Don"t touch that!" she commanded sharply, then, with a withering look that encompa.s.sed both the man and his jug, she struck the horses with her whip and started down the trail.
"I could of boughten some candies," complained Microby Dandeline.
"I will buy you all the candy you want, but you must promise me never to take any money from men--and especially from that man."
Microby glanced back wistfully, and as the wagon rumbled on her eyes closed and her head began to nod.
"Why, child, you are sleepy!" exclaimed Patty, in surprise.
"Yes, mom. I reckon I laid awake all night a-thinkin" about goin" to town."
"If I were you I would lie down on the hay and take a nap."
The girl eyed the hay longingly and shook her head. "I like to ride,"
she objected, sleepily.
"You will be riding just the same."
"Yes but we might see somethin". Onct we seen a nortymobile without no hosses an" hit squarked louder"n a settin" hen an" went faster"n what a hoss kin run."
"You go to sleep and if there is anything to see I"ll wake you up. If you don"t sleep now you"ll have to sleep when you get to town and I"m sure you don"t want to do that."
"No, mom. Mebbe ef I hurry up an" sleep fast they won"t no nortymobiles come, but if they does, you wake me."