“Haven’t I come–I love the ranch. But I suppose I’ve got four years of college ahead of me.”
“You’ll have time enough after that, Sherm,” said Frank, “but if you should want to try ranching, you’d better come out this way.”
“No ranching for me.” Ernest thumped the table with his fork emphatically. “You can have my 107berth, Sherm, and welcome. The only thing I care for here, is the hunting. By the way, Frank, are you and Marian going hunting with us?”
“I’d like to. What do you say, Marian?”
“Why, if there’s room for so many.”
“I wish we could ask Captain Clarke,” Chicken Little spoke up.
“My, you are daffy about the Captain, Jane. He wouldn’t go–you couldn’t hire him to if he knew Alice and I were to be of the party. Queer he is so charming with Jane, and with the men and boys, and so very reserved and stiff with women.”
“He probably has some reason for disliking your sex. Perhaps, if we’d let him go with the children and the boys, he might be persuaded to come. He’d only see you at luncheon time. What’s the matter, Katie?”
“I’m not a child,” said Katy with dignity.
“All right, you may come with us grown-ups and let the Captain have the children and the boys.”