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Updated: June 4, 2025
California had been their goal, but Kentucky seemed far enough. They had stopped for a while in Ryeville with an old neighbor from New England and, hearing of a farm owned by one Dick Buck that was to be sold for taxes, they determined to abandon the journey to California and put what savings they had on this farm. The mortgage went with the farm.
"Miss Ann, I ain't so sho' 'bout the ca'ige, but I reckon if you don't hurry Cupid an' Puck none they's got a lot er go in them yet. I hear tell Miss Milly an' the two young ladies air a' contemplatin' a trip in ter Lou'ville in the mawnin' an' I done hear Marse Bob say he wa' a' gonter spen' the day in Ryeville with some er the kin folks, eatin' at the hotel.
That was a stumper until Pete Barnes had another idee, and that was that old Otto Schmidt, the trusty shoe repairer of Ryeville, might know. He did. In fact, even then he had a pair of Judith's shoes to be half soled. "She's schlim and long," said Otto, "five and a half touble A." So five and a half double A it was. "And make 'em gold," suggested the Colonel.
She determined never to divulge that old Billy had engineered the visit, but intended, when the question came up with her kinsmen, to let it be understood that she, Ann Peyton, had ruled that Judith Buck belonged to the family and had as good a right to the name of Bucknor as any person bearing the name. The old men of Ryeville were seated in tilted chairs on the hotel porch.
"I think it went up the road to'ds Marse Big Josh's," said Kizzie, "but the dus' air pow'ful thick right now, owin' ter ortermobiles goin' both ways, so I ain't quite sho'." "I wa' pretty night certain ol' Billy p'inted his hosses' heads to'ds Ryeville, but I ain't sho'. It air sech a misty, moisty mornin' an' what with the dus' it air hard ter punctuate.
I have just been talking to Cousin Ann about coming to us for a spell. In fact, I've been telling her I'd come and fetch her before so very long." Judith stood demurely between Judge Middleton and Major Fitch and made her bow to Ryeville society. They had asked Mrs. Buck to stand by her daughter, but that lady begged to be excused.
The band was engaged and the invitations set up in type and printed before the noon whistles blew for dinner. To be sure, the invitations did somewhat resemble notices of an auction sale, but what did it matter to the old men of Ryeville, who were undertaking this party for their favorite girl?
I have been talking to Big Josh lately about it. Quite a problem! Big Josh does nothing but talk and laugh and we never get anywhere. However, we are going to have a gathering of the clan to-morrow in Ryeville and I shall bring up the subject." "Well, don't let them persuade you to give up our trip just to have old Cousin Ann have a place to visit. We've had more than our share of her already.
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.
This was the card: You Are Invited to Attend a Debut Ball At the Skating Rink on Friday Night By the Old Men of Ryeville Dancing and Refreshments Free R. S. V. P. P. D. Q. Judith Scores Again The house party at Buck Hill was not proving the great success that Mildred and Nan had hoped for.
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