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"There'll be plenty of jokes about it an' the smart Alecks will try to get the laugh on us because they'll be a thinkin' we don't know what dayboo means an' we'll take the laugh an' keep it 'til we need it. Lets go get the invites struck off over to the Ryeville Courier right now." The old men got busy immediately, although it was a lazy morning in June and the Rye House porch was shady and cool.
If she wanted Jeff Bucknor, Mrs. Buck reckoned it was all right. He seemed a likely enough young man, but she hoped he knew how to save, because Judith did not. The old men of Ryeville were satisfied when Jeff Bucknor told them he would run for the office of county attorney if they so wished it. At the same time he broke to them the news of his engagement.
I reckon I've always been too busy to play much with the boys around Ryeville. The old men like me though." "That's not getting anywhere," complained Mrs. Buck, who frankly hoped for a husband for her daughter, although her own matrimonial venture had not been any too successful. "That was a knock!" insisted the mother a moment later. Judith jumped up from the hammock.
You have seen her grow from childhood to young womanhood watched her trudging in to school in all weathers, determined to get an education at any cost noted her record at school, always at the top or near the top. Perhaps others in Ryeville besides the old men have been cheered by her happy face and ready wit and sympathy." "Hear! Hear!"
Now this project of European travel was afoot and the problem of what to do with Cousin Ann must be settled. The masculine representatives of the family were meeting in Ryeville and the matter was soon under discussion. "It's the women," declared Big Josh. "They are kicking like steers and they say they won't stand for her any longer."
The old men of Ryeville have sent for me to come and talk with them. It seems they want me to run for the office of county attorney. They say they are sure their candidate will be elected and I believe they can control the politics of the county from their hotel porch. I'll accept their proposition if you will tell me to." "Why should I decide?"
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.
She gave a little gasp and blushed violently. "Friends of Ryeville and our county, we, the old men of the neighborhood, wish to tell you that this debut ball is in honor of our fairy godchild, Miss Judith Buck." A ripple of applause ran around the room.
They want six suppers this evening. That means I must run into Ryeville and buy some more baskets and lay in provisions of all kinds. I wish I'd been triplets, or at least twins. I could accomplish so much more." "Land sakes, Judy! Surely you do enough as it is. All six dinners at once?" "Oh no! Two on the six, two on the six-thirty and two for the seven.
I don't want poor Mr. Jeff Bucknor to have to take up for me which he is sure to do if the hammers begin to knock but even to spare his feelings I will not quit trying to sell my wares." "Judith, you must not lower yourself." "I'm not lowering myself one bit, Mumsy. Just look at it this way: Suppose I had a shop in Ryeville.
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