“Every one’s been so dear at home about getting ready,” Virginia went on. “William put the finishing touches on the flower garden yesterday. It looks lovely, and Aunt Nan’s marigolds are all in bloom. William planted some to make her think of home. And Alec and Joe and Dick insisted on riding three of the horses so they’d be ready for the girls to ride to-morrow. Hannah’s baked everything I like best, and Father bought two bran-new tents, because the girls want to sleep out with me. Do Jack and Carver ride, do you suppose?”
“Jack does a little. Of course, I don’t know about Carver Standish. You think he’ll fit in all 8 right, don’t you, Virginia? Eastern fellows don’t sometimes, you know.”
“Oh, I’m sure he will,” Virginia assured him. “I wish you could have seen how pleased he was when Father asked him to come. And his grandfather, the old Colonel, nearly burst with pride! Of course Carver’s different. I think his father and mother are very—well, New Englandy! You know what I mean. But I’m sure he’ll love it out here. It’s lovely of you to have him at your house, Don. He could stay with us as well as not, of course, but he’ll be happier over there with you and Jack and the boys.”
“That’s all right,” said Donald carelessly. “There’s always room for one more at the Keith ranch. Father says there always will be. Are all the girls Vigilantes, Virginia—Mary and Priscilla and Vivian?”
Virginia explained. Mary wasn’t really a member, and yet she really was, being the advisor of the society, and general assistant whenever called upon to help.
“It certainly was a clever scheme,” said Donald. 9 “No one but you would ever have thought of such a thing, Virginia.”
Virginia discredited his praise.
“Oh, yes,” she told him. “Priscilla would have done it every bit as well, only she’d never heard of the Vigilantes. You see, no one in New England knows about them—even Miss Wallace who knows almost everything—and when I told Priscilla the things they stood for years ago, and the work they did against evil-doers out here in the pioneer days, we both thought it would be just the thing to name our society after them. You see, Don, we had to do something! ’Twas necessary with Imogene influencing Dorothy and Vivian the way she did, and I’ve discovered that when a thing just has to be done, there’s always some one to do it. Oh, Don, see the wind blowing over the grain! It looks almost like the real sea from Priscilla’s house—all blue-green and wavy—only I love the prairie sea better. Won’t they all just love it? It’s such a big country! I’m getting excited again. That queer feeling inside has come back, and it’s a whole hour before we get there, and before the train comes in.” 10
“What do you suppose they’re doing now?” asked Donald, excited in his turn.
“I suppose,” began Virginia—“oh, Don, there’s another bergamot!—I suppose they’re all out on the observation platform, looking at everything they can see. Mary isn’t saying much—she’s just looking, and Vivian is surprised at all the new sights—I can just see how round and blue her eyes are!—and Aunt Nan is pointing out things, so as to be sure no one will miss one of them. Somehow I can’t exactly picture Jack and Carver, but I know what Priscilla is doing. I don’t even have to imagine or suppose. I know she’s just wild—outside and in! I can just see her jumping from one side of the platform to the other, and exclaiming at everything. Her hair is all blown about her face—she has such unruly hair anyway—and her eyes are almost black, she’s so excited over being so near. You see, I know Priscilla. She’s a lot like me. She just can’t keep still when she’s happy! I know she’s got the same queer feeling inside that I have. Oh, drive faster, Don! I just don’t believe I can wait to see them all!”