"No," she confessed, "but I do wonder—at you!"
As they sat silent for a moment about the blazing logs, Blue Bonnet had an inspiration.
"Grandmother," she asked abruptly, "are you very hungry?"
"Why—is it your turn to get dinner?" Mrs. Clyde smiled; she was shaking the water from her granddaughter's long hair, and spreading it in the warm rays of the fire.
"No, Amanda and I were to get lunch. But are you?"
"Not at all. Mrs. Judson and I had an excellent dinner at noon."
"Well, I've a splendid idea. There are heaps of hot ashes down under the logs. We can bury some potatoes there,—the cowboys cook them that way and they are delicious. Then with some devilled-ham sandwiches we could sit right here and eat, and have no tiresome dishes to wash up afterwards."
"Hear, hear!" cried Kitty and Debby.
"It's easy to see whose turn it is to wash dishes," laughed Amanda.
"It's right handsome of you, Blue Bonnet," Kitty remarked gratefully, "—especially when it wasn't your turn to officiate. I'll make the sandwiches and Debby—you get the potatoes."