CHAPTER 5. THE HAPPY FAMILY TURN NESTERS
“Say, Andy, where's them dry-farmers?” Big Medicine inquired at the top of his voice when the Happy Family had reached the biscuit-and-syrup stage of supper that evening.
“Oh, they're trying to make up their minds whether to bring the old fannin'-mill along or sell it and buy new when they get here,” Andy informed him imperturbably. “The women-folks are busy going through their rag bags, cutting the buttons off all the pants that ain't worth patching no more, and getting father's socks all darned up.”
The Happy Family snickered appreciatively; this was more like the Andy Green with whom they were accustomed to deal.
“What's daughter doin', about now?” asked Cal Emmett, fixing his round, baby-blue stare upon Andy.
“Daughter? Why, daughter's leaning over the gate telling him she wouldn't never LOOK at one of them wild cowboys—the idea! She's heard all about 'em, and they're too rough and rude for HER. And she's promising to write every day, and giving him a lock of hair to keep in the back of his dollar watch. Pass the cane Juice, somebody.”
“Yeah—all right for daughter. If she's a good looker we'll see if she don't change her verdict about cowboys.”
“Who will? You don't call yourself one, do yuh?” Pink flung at him quickly.
“Well, that depends; I know I ain't any LADY broncho—hey, cut it out!” This last because of half a biscuit aimed accurately at the middle of his face. If you want to know why, search out the history of a certain War Bonnet Roundup, wherein Pink rashly impersonated a lady broncho-fighter.
“Wher'e they going to live when they git here?” asked Happy Jack, reverting to the subject of dry farmers.