The group looked at her sheepishly. No one wanted to answer her question.
"What"s the matter?" she resumed. "You"re herded up like a bunch of cows in a norther."
Sage-brush began gravely to explain. He got only as far as: "This yere bein" a birthday," when Echo interrupted him: "Oh! then it"s a birthday-party?"
Once stopped, Sage-brush could not get started again. He cleared his throat with more emphasis than politeness; striking the att.i.tude of an orator, with one hand upraised and the other on his hip, he hemmed and hawed until beads of perspiration trickled down his temples.
Again he nerved himself for the ordeal.
"Mebbe," he gasped.
Then he opened and closed his mouth, froglike, several times, taking long, gulping breaths. At last, looking helplessly about him, he shouted: "Oh, shucks! you tell her, Jack." He pushed him toward Echo.
Jack rested his hand on the table and began: "We"ve a surprise for you--that is, the boys have--"
"What is it?" asked Echo eagerly.
"You"ve got to call it blind," broke in Sage-brush.
"Guess it," cried Fresno.
"A pony-cart," hazarded Echo.
"Shucks! no," said Show Low at the idea of presenting Echo with anything on wheels.
Echo then guessed: "Sewing-machine."
Sage-brush encouraged her, "That"s something like it--go on--go on."
"Well, then, it"s a--"
Sage-brush grew more excited. He raised and lowered himself on his toes, backing toward the piano. "Go it, you"re gettin" there," he shouted.
"It"s a--"
Again she hesitated, to be helped on by Sage-brush with the a.s.surance: "She"ll do it--fire away--it"s a--"
"A--"
"Go on."
Sage-brush in his enthusiasm backed too far into the blanket screen.
His spurs became entangled. To save himself from a fall, he threw out his hand behind him. They struck the polished cover of the instrument, slid off, and Sage-brush sat down on the keys with an unmistakable crash.
"A piano!" cried Echo exultantly.
"Who done that?" demanded Show Low angrily.
Parenthesis, from his place on the floor, looked at the mischief-maker in disgust. "Sage-brush!" he shouted.
"Givin" the hull thing away," snarled Fresno.
Show Low could contain himself no longer. Going up to Sage-brush, he shook his fist in his face, saying: "You"re the limit. You ought to be herdin" sheep."
The victim of the accident humbly replied: "I couldn"t help it."
Mrs. Allen smoothed out the differences by declaring: "What"s the difference, she wouldn"t have guessed, not in a million years--stand away and let her see it."
Fresno swept them all aside with the blanket.
"Oh, isn"t it beautiful, beautiful!" cried Echo.
"Who--what--where--" she stammered, glancing from one to the other, her eyes finally resting on Jack.
"Not guilty," he cried. "You"ll have to thank the boys for this."
With happy tears welling up in her eyes, Echo said: "I do thank them, I do--I do--I can"t tell how delighted I am. I can"t say how much this means to me--I thank you--I say it once, but I feel it a thousand times." She seized each of the boys by the hand and shook it heartily.
"Would you like to have another selection?" asked Fresno, relieving the tension of the situation.
"No!" shouted the punchers unanimously. Fresno looked very much crestfallen, since he considered that he had made a deep impression by his first effort.
"Mrs. Payson"s goin" to hit us out a tune," announced Sage-brush.
Echo seated herself at the piano. Jack leaned against the instrument, gazing fondly into her eyes, as she raised her face radiant with happiness. Allen had taken possession of the best rocking-chair. Mrs.
Allen sat at the table, and the boys ranged themselves about the room.
Their faces reflected gratification. They watched Echo expectantly.
Echo played the opening bars of "The Old Folks at Home." Before she sang Fresno, holding up his right index-finger, remarked to no one in particular: "I washed that finger."
The singing deeply affected her little audience. Echo had a sweet, natural voice. She threw her whole soul into the old ballad. She was so happy she felt like singing, not lively airs, but songs about home.
Her new home had become so dear to her at that moment.
Mrs. Allen as usual began to cry. Polly soon followed her example.
There were tears even in the of some of the punchers, although they blinked vigorously to keep them back.
When she repeated the chorus, Sage-brush said to Fresno: "Ain"t that great?"
That worthy, however, with the jealousy of an artist, and to hide his own deeply moved sensibilities, replied: "That ain"t so much."
Jack had become completely absorbed in the music. He and Echo were oblivious to surroundings. His arm had slipped about his wife"s waist, and she gazed fondly into his face. Sage-brush was the first to notice their att.i.tude. On his calling the attention of the boys to their happiness, these quietly tiptoed from the room. Polly signaled to Mrs.
Allen, and followed the boys. Josephine awoke Jim as if from a dream and led him slowly out, leaving the young couple in an earthly paradise of married love.
When Echo finished, she turned in surprise to find themselves alone.
"Was it as bad as that?" she naively asked Jack.
"What?"