“Mine is a reward for getting all A’s,” said Priscilla. “My! but I’m glad I worked!”
“I’m thankful papa came for Commencement,” said Vivian. “Mamma would never have said ‘Yes.’ She still thinks I’m going to be killed. Are you sure you have room for us all, Virginia? Is a ranch large?”
“Of course we have room. Besides, I sleep in a tent summers.”
“Oh, may we, too?”
“Why, yes, if you like. Mary wants to. It’s lovely out-of-doors.”
“Aren’t there any rattle-snakes around?”
“Only on the hills, and in rocky and sandy places. Oh, Dorothy, we’re selfish talking like this when you can’t come!”
“No, you’re not. I dote on hearing about it. I wish I could come, but I’m glad I’m going to be with father. It makes me frightfully proud to think he wants me to keep house for him; and we’re going to have a heavenly little bungalow right by the ocean. It will be lovely, I think; and we haven’t been together for so long, it will be like getting acquainted over again.”
“I think it’s splendid, Dorothy,” said Priscilla, “and I’m so proud of you! Mother is too—she said so. And being all Vigilantes, we’ll be together in thought, anyway. Oh, Virginia, I think your father was perfectly lovely to give us our pins!”
“Wonderful!” cried Dorothy.