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She's not the kind to be hunting slights, but suppose we send it to her anonymous like and pretend her fairy godmother had something to do with it," suggested Pete. "And who's gonter buy it? We don't want any of the Ryeville women in on this," said Colonel Crutcher. "I got another idee," said Pete. "Let's get the motormen to get their wives down at the other end to shop for us.
I reckon they knowed you's a gonter be the belle er the ball wheresomever it air an' that's the reason they done brung you a spechul invite." The old men of the town met on the Rye House porch after supper that night to report progress. "Everything's goin' fine," was the general report. "Not an out-and-out refusal yet." "Came mighty near not getting Miss Judith," said Colonel Crutcher.
"Ah, indeed!" was all Miss Ann said, but she sought the girl's hand and held it a moment in the folds of her billowing lace dress. Then the music started and the ball had begun and Major Fitch was bowing low in front of Miss Ann, claiming the first quadrille, and Colonel Crutcher was holding out his hands for Judith.
"Yes, I see the best-looking gal of the bunch and the spunkiest and the equal of any of them and the superior of most as far as manners and brains are concerned, just because she comes of plain folks " "A little worse than plain, Crutcher," put in Judge Middleton. "Those Bucks " "Oh, then she lives at Buck Hill?" asked the drummer. "Buck Hill! Heavens man!
The young woman looked in his direction and was favorably impressed with his open, frank expression. "I'll trust myself to your care," said she, pulling away from the well dressed young man. Leroy Crutcher, for such was his name, cast a look of malignant hatred at Bud Harper, the successful hackman and muttered something under his breath.
She was as pleased as a child over having an invitation all to herself not that she would let anyone know it, but she let old Billy express his gratification. "I tell you, Miss Ann, that there Colonel Crutcher air folks, him an' Judge Middleton both. They don't put on no airs but they's folksy enough not ter have ter.
Either your folks knocked the nor off or my folks stuck it on. Ha! Ha! We may be related for all we know." The Morning After "All over and paid for!" yawned Colonel Crutcher the morning after the debut party. "I tell you I couldn't do it every night." "Neither could I nor every week, nor every month, nor even every year," agreed Major Fitch.
Colonel Crutcher conducted mother and daughter across the ballroom and, much to the confusion of Mrs. Buck, placed them next to Miss Ann Peyton. That lady was seated in solitary grandeur, Big Josh having departed to look up other members of the family. "Miss Peyton, this is a little friend of mine I want to introduce to you, Miss Judith Buck, and her mother, Mrs. Buck."
Miss Munsell, who taught the D primary, traded rooms with Miss Crutcher, who taught the "a-b Abs."
"I reckon she is," grunted Colonel Crutcher, "pretty and good and sharp as a briar and quick as greased lightning. There isn't a girl like her anywhere around these parts. I don't see what the young folks of the county are thinking about, leaving her out of all their frolics." "Well, you see " put in another old man.
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