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Updated: June 11, 2025
He and Big Josh are scouring the country for her, after having burnt up all the telephone wires in the county trying to locate her." "It's true," chuckled Colonel Crutcher. "My granddaughter says Mildred Bucknor is raising a rumpus because her father is saying he can't go abroad until Cousin Ann is found.
How many years had passed since that evening in June when she had stood in that spot and looked down on the crowd of young men and women? She dared not count, but there was the grandson of that Robert Bucknor, standing in the great hall and trying hard to pretend to be interested in what a beautiful girl was saying to him.
Uncle Billy could see it and Jeff Bucknor glimpsed it, as his old cousin stepped from her dingy coach. He had never realized before that Cousin Ann Peyton had lines and proportions that must always be beautiful a set of the head, a slope of shoulder, a length of limb, a curve of wrist and a turn of ankle.
Two days passed and still the Bucknor clan was in ignorance of the whereabouts of Cousin Ann. It had so happened that Judith had been busy at home and had not gone into Ryeville for several days and nobody had called at her home, although since the famous debut party the Bucks had many more visitors than formerly.
Bucknor, "I didn't dream that old tale had a word of truth in it. I've heard old Dick Buck, when he was drunk, insisting that he belonged to my family, but it sounded ridiculous on the face of it." "Exactly!" chorused Mildred and Nan. "However, I must look into the matter," the father continued somewhat pompously. "If the girl is kin we must claim her."
Judith's manner was so frank and sweet and she smiled so brightly at Big Josh, returning his vigorous handshake with a strong, unaffected clasp, that the good-natured fellow was won over completely. "Well, well! We've pretty near got the same name," he cried heartily. "You are Buck and I am Bucknor. I wouldn't be astonished if we had been the same in the beginning.
I'm not going to mention such a disagreeable subject. I'm too good a salesman for that. I am merely going there because I think I might make some money. They have a house party on and when people go visiting they always forget their tooth brushes and hairpins. I don't exactly enjoy having Mildred Bucknor pretend I'm not around when I know I'm very much in evidence.
Bowing low, as though to royalty, he said, "Miss Ann, we air done arrive." Jeff Bucknor took his mother's arm and gently led her down the walk. Involuntarily she stiffened under his affectionate grasp and held back. It was all very well for the men of the family to take the stand they did concerning Cousin Ann Peyton and her oft-repeated visits. Men had none of the bother of company.
I am sure I do not know her at all. She is pretty and no doubt is good, but she is naturally common and evidently very pushing." "All right, my dear, all right! You know best," responded Mr. Bucknor. At this juncture Kizzie announced dinner, which was a relief to all of them. "Take my arm, Cousin Ann," said Jeff gallantly.
Oh, oh, oh, if I only had a new dress!" There was a general invitation for Buck Hill, family and visitors, and an especial one for Miss Ann Peyton, to whom the old men of Ryeville wished to show marked respect as being of their generation. "Of course, we shall all go," announced Mr. Bucknor. "It sounds rather common," objected Mildred. "And only look at the invitations!
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