“That’s what I thought,” responded Madge. “You’re just about up to playing jig-tunes on that old mouth-organ.”
Just the same, Bob slipped the harmonica into his pocket. “You never can tell what may happen,” he grunted.
“It’ll be something mighty serious, then, Bobbie, if it necessitates the bringing forth of that instrument of torture,” said his sister, bound to have the last word.
At dusk the big automobile got away from Silver Ranch, surrounded by a gang of wall-eyed ponies that looked on the rattling machine about as kindly as they would have viewed a Kansas grain thrasher. The visitors and Jane Ann all rode in the machine, for even Ruth’s Freckles would have turned unmanageable within sight and sound of that touring car.
“That choo-choo cart,” complained Bud, the cowboy, “would stampede a battalion of hoptoads. Whoa, you Sonny! it ain’t goin’ tuh bite yuh.” This to his own half-crazy mount. “Look out for your Rat-tail, Jimsey, or that yere purple necktie will bite the dust, as they say in the storybooks.”
The hilarious party from Silver Ranch, however, reached the Crossing without serious mishap. They were not the first comers, for there were already lines of saddle ponies as well as many various “rigs” hitched about Lem Dickson’s store. The schoolhouse was lit brightly with kerosene lamps, and there was a string of Chinese lanterns hung above the doorway.
The girls, in their fresh frocks and furbelows, hastened over to the schoolhouse, followed more leisurely by their escorts. Sally Dickson, as chief of the committee of reception, greeted Jane Ann and her friends, and made them cordially welcome, although they were all some years younger than most of the girls from the ranches roundabout.
“If you Eastern girls can all dance, you’ll sure help us out a whole lot,” declared the brisk little schoolmistress. “For if there’s anything I do dispise it’s to see two great, hulking men paired off in a reel, or a ‘hoe-down.’ And you brought your violin, Miss Cameron? That’s fine! You can play without music, I hope?”
Helen assured her she thought she could master the simple dance tunes to which the assembly was used. There were settees ranged around the walls for the dancers to rest upon, and some of the matrons who had come to chaperone the affair were already ensconced upon these. There was a buzz of conversation and laughter in the big room. The men folk hung about the door as yet, or looked in at the open windows.
“Did that big gump, Ike Stedman, come over with you-all, Miss Fielding?” Sally Dickson asked Ruth, aside. “Or did he know enough to stay away?”