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He had found sailing over sunlit seas in Killykinick's dingy boats a very pleasant pastime; but the "Sary Ann" seemed to sink into a drifting tub when he stood on the spotless deck of "The Polly" as she spread her snowy wings for her homeward flight. Dad, who, though very rich and great now, still remembered those "pirate days" when he was young himself, proved the most charming of hosts.
"Sary, hurry with the coffee-pot, please!" called Polly. And Sary grabbed up the stone jug of vinegar from the back of the stove where she had placed it, and ran in to pour the beverage into cups. The combined cries of every one at the table failed to bring her to her senses, so Mrs. Brewster told her to go quickly and dress for the dance.
Not that she ain't got a spirit of her own. Every boat worth anything hez. Thar's days when she takes the wind and thar's no holdin' her. You jest have to let her spread her wings to it and go. But, Lord, let that same wind begin to growl and mutter, let them waves begin to cap and swell, and the 'Sary Ann' is ready for them, you bet.
Having served the dessert, Sary went out to the barn to help Jeb, the foreman on the ranch, with the horses which had just come in from the long day's work. So the group about the table felt free to talk as they liked.
Two hands were compared a small white hand with polished nails and with a sparkling diamond shining upon the third finger of the left hand, and a large-boned red hand with stubby nails on the fingers, but one finger displaying a great Rhinestone set so high that it would have been a menace had Sary tried to use her fist on an enemy.
I made one, and that was a sin, ez you kin see by the way it burnt. I does no more cookin' or there'll be extra sin to wipe out. Thar's bread and jam and coffee enough fer any one to git along on fer a few hours." Mrs. Brewster knew her husband, however, so she said nothing to Sary, but hurriedly whipped up another omelette and fried it to a delicate brown. This she carried out to serve.
This meant supreme sacrifice for Sary, but she willingly offered the one and only treasure to serve a betrayed friend. Still she was at a loss to understand where that basque could be! Finally Barbara squirmed free and Mrs. Brewster managed to say: "Sary, Bob has on one of her most modern evening gowns. They are made without tops, you know!" Sary gasped and suddenly collapsed upon the chair.
The very idea of Sary, the "house helper," entertaining Barbara, for whom she felt such scorn, caused mirth in the adjoining room. Eleanor called out: "More than likely Sary feels as glad to know that you're going, as we would be to have you stay behind." "Come, come, Bob! You must get up and dress!" now urged Anne, as she finished her dressing and turned to leave the room.
Brewster whisked off the cloth and asked the maid to help her carry the table out under the trees. No reply came from Sary, and the mistress turned to see why she did not come to assist. The ludicrous expression on the widow's face, as she sat bolt upright with her blackened hands raised heavenward in silent protest, made Mrs. Brewster laugh. "What's the matter, Sary?"
"You are so blind that you only see one pretty girl at Pebbly Pit, whereas there are four!" exclaimed Tom, smilingly. "Four! Anne Stewart is one, and Miss Maynard may consider herself lovely enough for a match I don't. But mother and Sary will never consent to your including them in your match-making." "Hah! I thought so!
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