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And then suddenly he broke out laughing. "What's tickling you, Pratt?" asked Frances, in her most matter-of-fact tone. "I was just wondering," the Amarillo young man replied, "what Sue Latrop will think of you when she comes out here." "Who's she?" asked Frances, a little puzzled frown marring her smooth forehead.
"And what do you think of our Frances?" demanded Mrs. Bill Edwards, proudly. "There's nobody in Boston's Back Bay, even, who could do better than she?" And Sue Latrop was for the time being, at least completely silenced. There had been a delay on the railroad caused by a washout; therefore Jonas Lonergan and Mr.
Her horse curvetted, arched his neck, played pretty tricks at command, and was long-legged enough to carry her swiftly over the ground if she so desired. He made the scrubby, nervous little cow-ponies including Molly look very shabby indeed. Sue Latrop apparently believed she was ever so much better mounted than the other girls, for she was the only one who had brought her own horse.
"Say! was this around Boston?" asked Pratt, his eyes twinkling. "Oh, yes. There is a fine pack of hounds at Arlington," drawled Sue. "Sho!" chuckled Pratt. "I should think they'd teach the dogs around Boston to follow the trail of a bean-bag. Wouldn't it be easier?" "Oh, dear me!" exclaimed Miss Latrop. "Don't you think you are witty? And look at those dogs!"
"Mrs. Edwards and Miss Latrop, anyway," said Frances, seriously. "Now keep still." Pratt digested this for a while; then he held up one arm and waved it. "Well? What is it?" asked the stern nurse. "Please, teacher!" "Well?" "May I say one thing?" "Just one. Then silence for an hour." "If that girl from Boston comes I'm going to have a fever understand? I don't want her up here.
The boys were armed with light rifles or shotguns, and even some of the girls were armed, as well as Mrs. Edwards herself. But Sue Latrop had never fired a gun in her life, and she professed to be not much interested in this hunt. "Oh, I've fox-hunted several times. That is real sport! But we don't shoot foxes. The dogs kill them if there re'lly is a fox."
She ran to her bathroom and filled two vases with water and put the flower stems in, that they might drink and keep the blossoms fresh. Then, with a lighter air and tread, she went about her dressing for the party. She put up her hair, deftly copying the fashion that Sue Latrop that mirror of Eastern fashion affected. And the new mode became Frances vastly.
He'll kick free in a second." As Pratt obeyed, leaping from his saddle before the grey pony really halted, Sue Latrop raced up on her mount and stopped. Frances was leaning back in her saddle, holding the rope as taut as possible. Pratt flung himself upon the struggling antelope. And then rather a strange and unexpected thing happened.
She looked at him with a roguish smile. "What did you say to Miss Latrop about her hair? Isn't it a lovely blond?" "Oh! I never looked at it twice. Molasses color," declared Pratt. "I don't like such light hair." "Now, be still. Mrs. Edwards sent over word they are coming to see you to-morrow. If you are feverish I shan't let them in." "My goodness!" gasped Pratt. "Not all of them coming, I hope?"
"We shall stop there to-night." The rest of the party passed, and Frances bowed to them. Sue Latrop looked at the ranch girl, curiously, but scarcely inclined her head. Frances felt that if she allowed Pratt to escort her she would make the Boston girl more of an enemy than she already felt her to be. "We we don't really need you, Pratt," said Frances. "Mack is all right "
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