Mrs. Wesson opened the door. She had seen them from the window, but simulated great surprize.
“Heavenly dove!” she exclaimed. “Brick Davidson!”
“’Lo, Mrs. Wesson.”
Mrs. Wesson squinted at Miss Miller, shaking her head slowly.
“My, my! You girls sure do swing a wide loop. A new one every day. It wasn’t that way in my time. Well, I reckon you can take a look at Cale Wesson and see that I didn’t have much choice.”
“I heard Cale say about the same thing one day,” offered Brick innocently.
“Yuh did? Did that lantern-jawed—say, he picked me out of a whole herd. Ha, ha, ha, ha! Come on in, Brickie.”
“Can’t do it, Mrs. Wesson. I’ve got to go back now and square myself with Harp.”
Miss Miller thanked Brick and went into the house.
“No sign of the little Malloy boy?” asked Mrs. Wesson softly.