McArthur looked startled at the frock of red, green, and black plaids which Susie took from a nail behind the door.
“The colors seem a little—a little——”
“If that black was yellow, it would look better,” Susie admitted. “I’ve got a new Stetson, too.”
“It will take some little time to arrange your affairs out here, and in the meantime I’ll write Aunt Harriet to choose a wardrobe for you and send it. It will give her the greatest pleasure.”
“Can I take Croppy and Daisy May?”
“Daisy May?”
“The pet badger,” she explained. “I named her after a Schoolmarm we had—she looks so solemn and important. I can keep her on a chain, and she needn’t eat until we get there,” Susie pleaded.
Trying not to smile at the mental picture of himself arriving in the staid college town, with a tawny-skinned child in a red, green, and black frock, a crop-eared cayuse, and a badger on a chain, McArthur ventured it as his opinion that the climate would be detrimental to Daisy May’s health.
“You undoubtedly will prefer to spend your summers here, and it will be pleasant to have Croppy and Daisy May home to welcome you.”
Susie’s face sobered.