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Updated: May 14, 2025
But even in midwinter snow storms do not much obstruct traffic so far south, and the gay party from Fairfields had no suspicion that it was being borne into any peril or trouble. What was a little snow which scarcely, at first, caught upon the brown fields? They had engaged two whole sections for the young folks and an extra place for Uncle Dick.
Laura laughed with the rest, and then, at Mrs. Elliott's suggestion, they all started back to the Bigelow house. "Now, this is something like," said Marian, as they went in at the gate and up the broad front walk. "Like what?" said Frank. "Like a home for the Fairfields. What shall you call it Fairfield Hall, Fairfield Place, or what?" "I don't know," cried Patty, dashing up the veranda steps.
Patty greatly enjoyed the sights and sounds of the brilliant, crowded room. She loved the lights and the music, the flowers and the palms, and the throngs of gaily dressed people. Kenneth Harper enjoyed it too, and thought he had rarely met such attractive people as the Fairfields. When he took his leave he thanked Mr.
Littell took them into Washington to the theater that night, and to make up the hours of lost sleep all the young people slept late the next morning. Instead of going into Washington to church, they all went to the little country church that Mrs. Littell attended and loved, and after the service they spent a quiet, pleasant day about the house and grounds of Fairfields.
She had brightened up amazingly during her stay in Washington, despite her anxiety about her uncle and, lately, Bob, The serene and happy life the whole household led under the roof of "Fairfields" had a great deal to do with this transformation, for the bickering and pettiness of the daily life at Bramble Farm had worn Betty's nerves insensibly. She tried to say something of this to Bob.
"Did you ever know such hospitable people, asking a whole raft of us to spend the week at Fairfields? How many did Bobby write would be there?" "Let's see," said Betty, checking off on her fingers.
Richard Gordon would be as welcome as that gentleman himself. Bob immediately saddled a horse and galloped to the Derbys and the Tuckers to carry the news. Final plans were made for departure the next morning and in spite of a rather threatening change in the weather the party left Fairfields on time and in high spirits for upper New York State.
Bobby insisted that they make the week-end at Fairfields a farewell celebration to be remembered, and the six young people managed to get the maximum of enjoyment out of every hour. Bob had been brought out to Saturday luncheon, and as soon as he had heard about the Oklahoma trip and announced his own plans, Louise insisted that Betty was to have a lesson in riding.
That his mind was engaged with the problem of Betty's lost trinket was proved by what he said on the way back to Fairfields: "I suppose you spoke to all the clerks you traded with in those stores, Betty?" "Why, yes. All but Ida Bellethorne, Bob." "And Mrs. Staples said she didn't know anything about Betty's locket," Bobby put in.
"Every tenth girl you meet down here seems to be named Virginia." "But was she born in Virginia?" asked Betty. "Where did you live then?" Bobby stared. Then she laughed. "Oh, I see," she said. "We lived at Fairfields. Of course you know that. But, like so many friends, you have always thought of us as living in Washington. We're in Virginia, Betty, didn't you know that?" "No."
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