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Page 32
She sprang out of the hammock and walked haughtily down the path, her
head held high, and her pink ruffles switching angrily from side to
side. Betty followed at a safe distance, reaching the house in time to
see Joyce and Lloyd come down, ready for their ride. She would have made
some excuse to stay at home if she thought that Eugenia intended to
carry out her plans at once; but thinking she would surely not attempt
it until a later day, she mounted with the others and started down the
avenue.
At the gate, as they turned into the public road, they spied a noisy
little cavalcade racing down the pike toward them. Rob Moore led the
charge, and two strangers were following hard behind.
"It's the MacIntyre boys," exclaimed the Little Colonel, shading her
eyes with her hand and then half turning in her saddle to explain to the
girls. "It's Malcolm and Keith. You'll like them. They stayed out heah
with their grandmothah one whole wintah, and they used to come up to ou'
house lots. You remembah I told you 'bout them. They bought that pet
beah from a tramp and neahly frightened me to death at their valentine
pahty. I went into a dahk room, where it was tied up, and didn't know it
was theah till it stood up on its hind feet and came at me. I neahly
lost my mind, I was so sca'd."
"Oh, yes," cried Joyce. "I saw their pictures, all dressed up like
little knights when they were in the tableaux." She surveyed them with
great interest as the cloud of dust they were raising rapidly drew
nearer.
"Which one was it ran away with you in a hand-car, and nearly let the
locomotive run over you?" asked Betty.
"That was Keith, the youngest one. He is on the black hawse."
"And which one gave you the silver arrow?" asked Eugenia.
"Malcolm," answered the Little Colonel, putting up her hand to feel the
little pin that fastened her sailor collar.
"Oh, she's got it on now!" exclaimed Eugenia, turning to laugh over her
shoulder at the other girls. "See how red her face is. I believe he is
her sweet-heart."
"It's no such a thing!" cried the Little Colonel, angrily. "Eugenia
Forbes, you are the biggest goose I evah saw! Mothah says it's silly for
children to talk about havin' sweethea'ts. We are just good friends."
"It isn't silly!" insisted Eugenia. "I have two sweethearts who send me
flowers and candy, and write me notes, and they are just as jealous of
each other as they can be."
"Then I'd be ashamed to brag of it," cried the Little Colonel, angry
that her mother's opinion had been so flatly contradicted. But there was
no time for a quarrel. The boys had come up with them, and Lloyd had to
make the necessary introductions. Eugenia thought she had never seen two
handsomer boys, or any one with more courtly manners, and as Malcolm
rode along beside her, she wished that Mollie and Fay and Kell could see
her knightly escort.
Joyce and Keith followed, and Betty and Rob brought up the rear. The
Little Colonel led the way. At the station she turned, saying, "Which
way do you all want to go?"
"Have you ever been down by the gypsy camp?" asked Malcolm. "We boys
passed that way a little while ago, and they were playing on banjos and
dancing, and having a fine old time. It's quite a sight."
"Oh, yes, let's go!" cried Eugenia. "I'm wild to see it and have my
fortune told. Joyce and I were talking about it a little while before we
started. You want to go, don't you, Joyce?" she called back over her
shoulder.
"What's that?" she answered. "To the gypsy camp? Of course. I thought
that that was where we had decided to go when we started."
She had been in the house when Mrs. Sherman had discussed the matter
with Eugenia and Betty, and was wholly unconscious that there was any
objection to their going.
"I'm afraid mothah might not want us to go," said Lloyd. "Maybe it would
be bettah to wait until anothah day and ask her."
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