Jean pointed through an opening in the trees, where the landscape stretched almost unbroken to the line of hills on the western horizon and made a little curtsy to Ruth.
""Oh, what"s the way to Arcady Where all the leaves are merry?""
"Tell me, Ruth, dear," she quoted mischievously from a volume of poems she and her chaperon had just finished reading.
Ruth shook her head, but Jim stared at Jean thoughtfully. "Say that little verse again, Jean," he said slowly. "I don"t know where Arcady is, but it is a pretty sounding place."
Jean laughed roguishly and blew him a kiss. "What has come over you, Jim, to make you willing to listen to poetry?" she inquired. "Arcady is just an ideal country that poets like to write about, but here"s the way to find it if you like:
""What, know you not, old man (quoth he),-- Your hair is white, your face is wise,-- That _love_ must kiss that Mortal"s eyes Who hopes to see fair Arcady?
No gold can buy you entrance there,-- But beggared love may go all bare-- No wisdom won with weariness, But love goes in with Folly"s dress-- No fame that wit could ever win, But only love may lead love in To Arcady, to Arcady.""
At the end of her recitation Jean quickly put her hands in Olive"s and Frieda"s and ran off to see if any flowers had bloomed in their violet bed, leaving Ruth and Jim alone. Ruth was blushing, for she had a far-off idea of what Jean meant to suggest by her quotation, but Jim appeared so sublimely unconscious that she felt relieved. He was evidently thinking of something very different from love or Arcady, for Ruth had to touch him before he seemed to hear what she was saying.
"When may Jack write the people to say they can have the Lodge?" she inquired, determined not to be entirely forgotten by her companion, no matter how glad she was that he had paid no attention to Jean.
"The Lodge? Oh, any time," he answered vaguely, looking at Ruth in a way that made her catch her breath. Jim was not thinking at the moment of anything connected with Rainbow Lodge. He was wondering if a man, who had something in his past he wished to forget, could ever travel over into Arcady by the route Jean"s poem suggested--Arcady, that country he knew nothing about except that the name had a pleasant sound.
CHAPTER V
MEETING WITH NEW PEOPLE
"Jean Bruce, if you add one more item to that everlasting old list of yours, we will have to give up our trip," Jack Ralston remarked crossly.
"Even if Jim has given us a few precious dollars to invest in our going-away outfits, we can"t buy the entire town of Laramie and cart it across the state to the Yellowstone Park." Jack was standing in front of her mirror trying to fasten down her shirtwaist in the back, and as a pin had just p.r.i.c.ked her finger, she was irritable.
"What was that funny thing you advised our buying last night, Olive?"
Jean called into the next room, ignoring her cousin"s protest in the serenest possible manner. Miss Bruce was dressed for a journey of some sort in a pretty, dark blue suit and a cream straw hat with a pair of jaunty blue wings atop of it. Her expression was one of demure readiness for any great event, yet she was seated quietly at a table with a half-filled memorandum book before her and a much-used pencil in her hand.
Olive flitted in from the adjoining chamber with her new frock half b.u.t.toned. "Oh, never mind, if we can"t afford the thing I suggested,"
she said soothingly. "I am afraid it will cost an awful lot, but I read that every traveler across a desert ought to have a sleeping bag to take along. We can wrap up in our old blankets and comforts, but I thought it would be fine to get a bag for Ruth if we could, for you know she is such a chilly person, and if she isn"t comfortable at night she will lie awake and listen to the strange sounds of the desert that we love and she fears."
Jack looked instantly penitent. She was never impatient with Olive, as she sometimes was with Jean; and, besides, she had about finished dressing and the reflection in the gla.s.s was gratifying. The ranch girls had new spring suits sent from the East. Jack"s was brown, and her little straw toque had in it a curling feather that matched the bronze tones in her hair.
"We will have the sleeping bag if we have to go without shoes," she answered amiably. "But, Jean, dear, why do you have to have a bottle of violet perfume to take with you across the plains when you have lived for some sixteen years without one?"
"That"s just the reason, Jack Ralston," Jean returned uncompromisingly.
"I wonder when you"ll learn that we are not tomboys any longer and ought to have the things other girls have. You know you are as vain of your appearance in that suit Cousin Ruth made you get, as you can be. I must say you do look rather well in it."
Jack kissed Jean quickly. "I am an interfering old thing," she confessed meekly. "But please don"t talk about our being nearly grown up, for it frightens me; I am not going to be grown for years and years. Promise me you won"t say a word about my remembering that I am a girl and a fairly elderly one the whole time we are on our caravan trip and I"ll agree to do whatever _you_ wish while we are in Laramie."
"All right. Here comes Frieda and Cousin Ruth, so it must be almost time for us to start," Jean consented, stuffing her paper and pencil into her shiny new traveling bag.
Jean, Jack and Olive were about to leave for the city of Laramie to purchase the supplies for their caravan trip to the Yellowstone Park.
Several weeks had pa.s.sed since Jean originated her wonderful idea, and most of the arrangements for the journey had been completed. The Harmons had signed the contract to rent Rainbow Lodge for the summer, and Frank Kent had gone to Colorado, after a short visit at the ranch, threatening to meet the girls again in some out-of-the-way place before their holiday was over.
The girls were trying not to appear perturbed, though they were really in a great state of excitement. For the first time in their lives they were to spend two nights alone in a hotel. Jim could not leave the ranch, on account of some special business; Ruth could not accompany them, because she would not leave Frieda, who had a bad cold and was not well enough to go. However, Mrs. Peterson, the proprietress of a boarding place where the girls were to stay, was an acquaintance of Jim"s and had promised to act as their chaperon.
Frieda tumbled into the room at this instant, with her big blue eyes more aggrieved than usual and her small nose distinctly pink around the edges. It was her first experience in being left at home and she was not happy over it. She flung her arms about her sister, and Jack leaned over to whisper pleadingly, "Promise you won"t cry when we go, baby, and we"ll bring you and Ruth the funniest surprise presents in town."
While Ruth was rearranging Jean"s hat, which had slipped to one side in the flurry of departure, and straightening Olive"s long coat, the rattling of the horses" harness and Jim"s voice telling the girls to hurry could be distinctly heard.
"Don"t forget my list of medicines, Jean, and don"t forget the new toothbrushes," Ruth advised hastily. "And, Jack, please, for goodness"
sake, don"t fail to keep your appointment with the Harmons at their hotel to-morrow afternoon. As they have been good enough to wait in town an extra week for us to give up the Lodge to them after their long trip from New York, you ought to be willing to meet them if they wish it."
"Well, I"m not willing, Ruth," Jack demurred; "though we promise to keep our words like ladies. I confess I am horribly embarra.s.sed at having to call on entire strangers with no one even to introduce us. I do devoutly hope the men of the family won"t think they have to appear, because I am afraid enough of the mother and daughter. I suppose it is this poor Elizabeth Harmon who is curious to see what we are like, so I presume we will have to give her the pleasure. Imagine us, Ruth, at five to-morrow afternoon making our bows to the rich New Yorkers. It is silly of me, but I have taken a dislike to the entire Harmon family simply because they are going to live in our home for a while, I suppose, though I am anxious enough for their money for our holiday."
During Jack"s monologue the girls had gone into the yard, and a few minutes later Ruth and Frieda were almost overpowered by the fervor of their farewell embraces. The last glimpse they had of the travelers, Jack was standing up in their wagon, with Jean and Olive clutching at her skirts and entirely unmindful of the grandeur of her new attire, waving both hands and giving the familiar, long-drawn-out call of the cowboys of the Rainbow Ranch.
The trip to Laramie was uneventful, and though the ranch girls slept three in a bed, and talked till almost morning that they might enjoy to the full the novelty of the experience, their first night at Mrs.
Peterson"s boarding house was equally without excitement.
By eight o"clock the following morning the girls set out on their first regular shopping expedition, and by four in the afternoon Jean sank dejectedly down on a stool in a grocery store. "Girls," she declared wearily, "we have shopped all day and shopped all night and shopped again until broad daylight. At least, I feel as if we had, and if you don"t take me somewhere to rest I shall surely die." But the girls had scrimped and saved pennies all day in order to buy the sleeping bags for Ruth and Freida, and would not give up until they were purchased.
Poor Jean was forcibly dragged from her resting place by Olive and Jack, and the three girls set out down the street again, gazing in all the shop windows. "For mercy"s sake, what kind of a store would keep a sleeping bag, Olive?" Jean inquired mournfully, leaning heavily upon Jack, who walked next her. "I have seen a punching bag in Jim"s room at the rancho, and I have heard somewhere of carpet-bags, but I have no more idea of what a sleeping bag is like than the old man in the moon."
"Well, I don"t know exactly either, Jean," Olive confessed, walking a little in advance of her friends, with her eyes on the ground. Her frightened "Oh!" and stumble against Jack brought the entire party to a standstill. A young man had been marching along the street toward them in an entirely abstracted state of mind and had run into Olive.
"I beg your pardon," he stammered apologetically. "I am not a native of this place and----"
Jack"s eyes flashed with indignation and Olive flushed, with the soft color that was peculiar to her rising in delicate waves from her throat to her forehead, but mischievous Jean giggled. "Is it the custom to b.u.mp into people in the place you do come from?" she inquired innocently.
"Because, crude as we are, it isn"t the custom here."
Jack frowned at Jean"s frivolity, indicating very plainly that Miss Bruce was not to enter into a conversation with a stranger, but she need not have worried, because the young man was not paying the least attention either to her or Jean. He was staring at Olive, not rudely, but with a curious, questioning gaze that made her drop her dark eyes until her long, straight lashes touched her cheeks.
"I hope I didn"t hurt you," the young fellow protested awkwardly. Olive shook her head without glancing up, but the other two girls got a good look at him. He was almost as dark as Olive herself, although he had none of her foreign appearance, and was big and broad-shouldered, and seemed to be an eastern college fellow, twenty or twenty-one years old.
Jack engineered her party into a near-by department store, leaving the young man still staring after them with his hat in his hand.
"Great Scott, what a boor I was!" he exclaimed to himself a second later. "But I never had anything strike me so all of a heap as that girl"s face in my life." And he strode away looking tremendously puzzled.
Fortunately the brown woolen sleeping bag for Ruth was discovered in this first shop, but by the time a smaller one was bought for Frieda, it occurred to Jack to ask the time, as no one of them possessed a watch, and Jean and Olive had wandered off to make new investments in motor veils. "Ten minutes to five o"clock," the shopkeeper announced, and Jack"s heart sank to zero. All day she had been wishing that she had not promised Ruth to keep the appointment with the Harmons, but what would Jean and Olive do when they found they had no time to dress before their engagement?
"Girls," a sepulchral voice whispered suddenly in Jean"s ear, "we have just ten minutes to get to the hotel to call on those dreadful Harmons, if we rush off this minute."
Jean caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror which happened to be just before her on the counter. Her stylish appearance of the morning had disappeared; her hat was on one side and a smudge decorated the tip of her piquant nose. Then she gazed disapprovingly at Jack, who was almost as much wilted and whose hair was anything but neat. Olive"s appearance was the best, but she was unusually pale, with violet shadows under her eyes and a soft droop to her whole body.
"Behold the Three Graces!" Jean remarked disdainfully. "Jack Ralston, I"ll not go a step to call on those people until we have had a chance to fix ourselves up. I know they will talk all summer about how dreadful we are if they see us first looking such frights."
"But, Jean," Jack argued, as much depressed as her cousin, "if we go back to our boarding place and dress before we make our call we shall be so horribly late that Mrs. Harmon probably won"t see us and she may be so offended that she will refuse to come to the Lodge this summer. Then good-by to our caravan trip."
Jean"s rebellious att.i.tude slowly altered. "But what shall I do about the s.m.u.t on my nose, Jack?" she objected faintly.
"Rub it off with your handkerchief," Jack replied cruelly, as the three girls made a hurried rush for a car.
"But we may meet the son of the family, and I think Donald Harmon is a dream of a name," Jean continued mournfully, "and I did hope that one of us would be able to make an impression on him."