Part 18 (1/2)

”What I like best of all is the general open-heartedness of the people you meet,” declared Dave. ”They are not quite so frozen-up as in some places in the East.”

”That is true, and it is readily explained,” answered the ranch owner.

”In the pioneer days everybody had to depend upon everybody else, and consequently all were more or less sociable. The feeling has not yet worn off. But I am afraid it will wear off, as we become more and more what is called civilized,” added Mr. Endicott, with something of a sigh.

Everybody was hungry, and all did full justice to the repast. As they ate, the boys and girls asked many questions concerning the ranch and the neighborhood generally, and Mr. and Mrs. Endicott and Belle were kept busy answering first one and then another. The railroad president told how he had come to purchase the place--doing it for the sake of his health--and mentioned the many improvements he had made.

”We used to simply corral the horses and cattle,” said he. ”But now I have a fine stable for the horses, and numerous sheds for the cattle. We have also big barns for hay and grain, and a hen-house with a run fifty feet by two hundred.”

”The chickens are my pets,” said Belle. ”I have some of the cutest bantams you ever saw.”

”I'll help you feed them,” said Jessie. At Crumville she had always taken an interest in the chickens.

The trunks and dress-suit cases had been brought in by old Jerry and one of the Chinese servants, and placed in the proper rooms, and after supper the boys and girls spent an hour in getting settled. Laura and Jessie had a nice room that connected with one occupied by Belle, and Dave, Phil, and Roger were a.s.signed to two rooms directly opposite.

”You boys can divide up the rooms to suit yourselves,” said Mrs.

Endicott.

”Thank you, we will,” they answered, and later arranged that Dave was to have one apartment and Roger the other, and Phil was to sleep one week with one chum and the next with the other.

”Say, but this suits me down to the ground!” cried the senator's son, after the boys had said good-night to the others. ”It's a complete surprise. Like Jessie, I had an idea we'd have to rough it.”

”I knew about what to expect, for Laura told me,” answered Dave, with a smile. ”I didn't say too much because I wanted you to be surprised. But it's better even than I antic.i.p.ated. If we don't have the outing of our lives here, it will be our own fault.”

”The Endicotts are certainly fine folks,” said the s.h.i.+powner's son, as he sat on the edge of a bed to unlace his shoes. ”And Belle is--well, as nice as they make 'em.”

”h.e.l.lo, Phil must be smitten!” cried Roger. ”Well, I don't blame you, old man.”

”Who said I was smitten?” returned Phil, his face growing red. ”I said she was a dandy girl, that's all.”

”And she is,” said Dave. ”I don't wonder Laura likes her.”

”We ought to be able to make up some fine parties,” continued Phil, as he dropped a shoe on the floor. ”Dave can take out Jessie, and you can take out Laura, and I'll----”

”Take out Miss Belle,” finished the senator's son. He caught Phil by the foot. ”Say, you're smitten all right. Come on, Dave, let us wake him out of his dream!” And he commenced to pull on the foot.

”Hi! you let up!” cried the s.h.i.+powner's son, clutching at the bed to keep himself from falling to the floor. ”I haven't said half as much about Belle as you've said about Laura, so there!”

”Never said anything about Laura!” answered Roger, but he, too, turned red. Dave commenced to laugh heartily, and Phil wrenched himself free and stood up.

”What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander,” cried Dave.

”Better both quit your knocking and go to bed. I suppose the girls are tired out and want to go to sleep.”

”Sounds like it, doesn't it,” murmured Roger, as a shriek of laughter came from across the hallway.

”Maybe they are knocking each other the same way,” suggested Phil.

”Never!” cried Dave. ”Girls aren't built that way.”