Part 6 (2/2)
”'”The only reason we hesitated for a moment,” added Anne, ”was because we thought the party might be composed of young people, and, you see, Miss Green has never specialized to any great extent in--in--young life!”
”'”I understand perfectly,” said our benefactor. ”I guess I'll run along, young ladies. She might be in my office. Get your tickets from the man in the red cap at the largest window over there. He speaks English. Your train will reach Berlin at seven. It's on track four.
Don't thank me at all. I'm indebted to you. Won't you walk to the office and see Miss Green? She'd be delighted, I'm sure!”
”'Anne answered for us. ”No, thank you,” she said. ”I'm afraid we can't. We haven't had breakfast yet, and we must telegraph my mother.
She'll expect us earlier. Yes, thank you, I'm sure we can manage quite well alone. Give Miss Green our best regards. I'm sure we hope she'll be successful.”
”'He shook hands all around.
”'”You really think,” asked Jess, a little worried in tone, I thought, ”you really think it's likely to be a job for life?”
”'”Yes,” said the man, ”I do. I think she's the very woman I've been looking for.”
”'Then he went. We stood looking at one another, not knowing what to say. It had all been too unexpected.”
”'”Well,” said Jess at last, ”I don't know but that a job for life is cheap at twenty dollars. And, you know, she really expected to return to St. Helen's year after next.”
”'We had just time to eat our belated breakfast, telegraph, buy our tickets, and catch the ten o'clock train, which carried us to Berlin without incident, other than embarra.s.sments arising from my total lack of German. We didn't mind third cla.s.s at all. It's a lot more human. Mrs. Hill and Dad met us, and Dad forgot all about the twenty dollars when we told him about Greenie.
”'I've given up seeing the Emperor's stables to tell you all of this, and I hope you appreciate it. Jess and Anne send loads of love to all of you, and so do I. I can't believe Wyoming is any better than Germany!
”'Jean.'”
”I can't help wondering, Virginia,” said Priscilla, after they had all laughed again over Jean's letter, ”I can't help wondering whether Greenie will consider _this_ vocation thrust upon her!”
”That's just what I was wondering, too,” returned Virginia.
CHAPTER VII
THE VIGILANTES HOMESTEAD
”John, do you really think it's safe?”
It was Aunt Nan who asked the question. Mr. Hunter laughed.
”Safe, Nan? They couldn't be safer. There's nothing in the wide world to hurt them out there on the mesa. They're safer there, in my opinion, than any place I know, and if they want to know what homesteading is like, why let them homestead for a night! It won't hurt them a bit. If they go back to school with a few of Jean MacDonald's ideas, they'll be very fortunate.”
”It seems as though I ought to go,” said Aunt Nan, ”and still I don't know that my being there would do any good.”
”Not a bit,” returned Virginia's father. ”Roughing it at seventeen and thirty are two entirely different experiences. Stay at home and be civilized, but let them go and don't worry for a moment. They'll show up to-morrow safe and sound with another bran-new experience for their Thought Books. See if they don't!”
So it happened that Aunt Nan was convinced and gave her consent to Virginia's just-born and dearly-beloved plan--namely, that the four Vigilantes should homestead for Jean MacDonald during her absence of one night from her cabin on the mesa. Jean had ridden over that morning on her way to town to spend the night with a friend, and Virginia's plan had sprung full-born like Athena from the head of Zeus.
”Don't you want us to homestead for you, Jean, while you're away?” she had asked.
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