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The Hobarts were "ever so much obliged to us; and they would certainly come." Mrs. Hobart lent Rosamond an old English book of "Holiday Sports and Observances," with ten pages of Halloween charms in it. From the Hobarts' house she walked on into Z , and asked Leslie Goldthwaite and Helen Josselyn, begging Mrs.
Hobart had been in San Francisco before, and wanted to stop at the Lick House, but Grace insisted that her friends liked the Occidental best; so they went to the Occidental. Four days after reaching San Francisco, the Hobarts sailed for Australia.
"Not everybody, of course," said Rose, "That would be a confusion. Just the neighbors, right around here." "That takes in the Hobarts, and leaves out Leslie Goldthwaite," said Ruth, quietly. "O, Leslie will be at the Haddens', or here," replied Rosamond. "Grace Hobart is nice," she went on; "if only she wouldn't be 'real' nice!" "That is just the word for her, though," said Ruth.
"I will be ready day after to-morrow morning," said Grace, seriously. "Not in earnest?" said Rose. "In sober earnest," said Grace. "To New York?" said Browning. "To New York, and may be farther," was the reply. "As far as Ohio, I guess," said Jack. "May be as far as Ohio," said Grace, and she smiled as she spoke. The Hobarts were delighted, but Jack and Rose looked serious.
This was once the scene of great lumber activities but now much reduced, although it is the shipping point for Hobarts Mills, which is one of the largest lumber camps of the West. Here the road to Tahoe turns sharply to the south, and the fifteen miles run to the Tavern is made in the picturesque canyon of the Truckee River fully described in another chapter.
"The Hobarts are real." Rosamond's face gathered over. It was not easy to reconcile things. She liked them all, each in their way. If they would only all come, and like each other. "What is it, Rose?" said Barbara, teasing. "Your brows are knit, your nose is crocheted, and your mouth is tatted! I shall have to come and ravel you out." "I'm thinking; that is all." "How to build the fence?"
There were a good many of us by this time, Olivia, and Adelaide, and the servant-girls released from below, besides the other Marchbankses, and the Hobarts, and people who came in, until Elijah stopped them. He shut the heavy walnut doors that led from drawing-room and library to the hall, and turned the great keys in their polished locks.
I dined at the Hobarts' on June 29th, for the first time since their marriage. We were a party of six. Katherine Varick was there, and a distinguished member of the American Legation and his wife. Jane handled her parties competently, as she did other things. A vivid, jolly child she looked, in love with life and the fun and importance of her new position.
Lucilla Waters invented charades; and Helen Josselyn acted them, as charades had never been acted on West Hill until now. When it came to the Hobarts' "Next Thursday" they gave us "Dissolving Views," every successive queer fashion that had come up resplendent and gone down grotesque in these last thirty years. Mrs.
"If they did, they would have stopped." "Perhaps they will send a note to-morrow," said Ruth. "Do you think I am waiting, in hopes?" asked Rosamond, in her clearest, quietest tones. Pretty soon she came in with her hat on. "I am going over to invite the Hobarts," she said. "That will settle it, whatever happens," said Barbara. "Yes," said Rosamond; and she walked out.
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