"Fishing!" sang Kitty.
Susy looked from Blue Bonnet to Kitty and laughed. "My, this sounds like old times!"
"Stop talking about old times, please," begged Ruth, "and tell us about the new ones. I want to be told all about the round-up, and I want to see the 'vast herds' and the cowboys,—and the blue bonnets!"
Blue Bonnet's laugh rang out. "Blue bonnets in August! Come in March and I'll show you a sea of them,—and a round-up, too. The cattle and the cowboys you shall see to-morrow,—and some steer-roping that will make your hair stand on end."
Ruth ran her hand through her boyish, close-cut locks and made them stand literally on end. "It isn't much of a trick to do that!" she said with a grimace.
"Never mind, maybe it will come in curly," said Sarah the comforter.
"You can trust Sarah not to see the thorns for the roses," said Blue Bonnet, sending the comforter an approving glance.
"What turtle doves you all are," laughed Susy.
"Oh, it's Sarah and Blue Bonnet who do all the cooing. The rest of us are still just geese." Kitty's voice had a tinge of envy that did not escape the notice of the rest.
"Go play us something, Blue Bonnet," suggested Ruth tactfully, "—that cowboy piece we all like."