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But mind you don't take it unless you like it." Miss West's shop occupied the front room of her house, a small yellow one on a side street. The upper part of the door was of glass, and it rang a bell as it opened. Lucindy had had very few occasions for going there, and she entered with some importance.
The next day was very warm, and when Claude drove up under the shade of the big maples he was ready for a chat while his horses rested, but 'Cindy was nowhere to be seen. Mrs. Kennedy came out to get the amount of the skimming and started to re-enter the house without talk. "Where's the young folks?" asked Claude carelessly. "If you mean Lucindy, she's in the house."
She set the untrimmed bonnet on her curls, and laid first a bunch of bright chrysanthemums against it, and then some strange lavender roses. The roses turned her complexion to an ivory whiteness, and her anxious, intent expression combined strangely with that undesirable effect. "My soul, Lucindy!" cried Mrs.
Claribel submitted to be kissed, and they entered the large, cool sitting-room, where they took off their things. "You make yourself at home, Jane," said Lucindy, fluttering about, in pleasant excitement. "I ain't goin' to pay you a mite of attention till I see Claribel fixed. Now, Claribel, remember! you can go anywheres you're a mind to. And you can touch anything there is.
Constance laughed at his frank bewilderment. "Two family retainers from my girlhood's home, Uncle 'Rastus, my butler, and Lucindy, his daughter, my cook. At the last moment Mr. Brevoort was called away to Europe on business," she explained somewhat hurriedly. "He hopes to be able to join us in time for the fall hunting."
Lucindy was getting a light tea for some friends up from the Siding, when she saw Claude drive up. "Well, for the land sake!" she broke out, using one of her mother's phrases, "if here isn't that creamery man!" In that phrase lay the answer to Claude's question-if he had heard it. He drove in, and Mr.
Wilson was glad to think Lucindy had forgotten all about the side-saddle. This last incident of the bonnet, she reflected, showed how much real influence she had over Lucindy. She must take care to exert it kindly but seriously now that the old Judge was gone. "You goin' to keep your same help?" she asked, continuing the conversation. "Oh, yes! I wouldn't part with Ann Toby for a good deal.
Claribel, a pale, dark-eyed child, also dressed in her best gingham, walked seriously by her grandmother's side. Lucindy was waiting for them at the door. "I declare!" she called, delightedly. "I was 'most afraid you'd forgot to come! Well, Claribel, if you 'ain't grown! They'll have to put a brick on your head, or you'll be taller'n grandma."
Lucindy guided Buckskin up to the gate, and Molly McNeil looked up and smiled without moving. "How do?" she said, in a soft, slow voice. "Won't you come in?" Lucindy was delighted. It was long since she had met a stranger. "Well, I would," she answered, "but I don't know as I can get down. This is new business to me." "Ellen," called Mrs. McNeil, "you bring out somethin' to step on!"
Red had volunteered to drive 'Rastus and Lucindy over to the VN ranch with the luggage and so it happened that Douglass and Mrs. Brevoort rode out together alone in the pleasant evening to her home-coming. They jogged along very leisurely, talking only the veriest commonplaces after they had exhausted the more interesting topics of ranch and mine.
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