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and red hair that make me what I am； or did what I am make my nose
and hair what they arewhich？'
'We'll have to ask Aunt Truth；' said Margery； 'that is too difficult
a thing for us to answer。'
'Wasn't it nice I catched that big bull…frog； Margie？' cried Dick；
his eyes shining with anticipation。 'Now I'll have as many as seven
or 'leven frogs and lots of horned toads when Elsie comes； and she
can help me play with 'em。'
When the girls reached the tents again； the last article had been
taken from the team and Manuel had driven away。 The sound of Phil's
hammer could be heard from the carpenter…shop； and Pancho was already
laying the tent floor in a small； open； sunny place； where the low
boughs of a single sycamore hung so as to protect one of its corners；
leaving the rest to the full warmth of the sunshine that was to make
Elsie entirely well again。
'I am tired to death；' sighed Laura； throwing herself down in a
bamboo lounging…chair。 'Such a tramp as we had！ and after all； the
boys insisted on going where Dr。 Winship wouldn't allow us to follow；
so that we had to stay behind and fish with the children； I wish I
had stayed at home and read The Colonel's Daughter。'
'Oh； Laura！' remonstrated Margery； 'think of that lovely pool with
the forests of maiden…hair growing all about it！'
'And poison…oak；' grumbled Laura。 'I know I walked into some of it
and shall look like a perfect fright for a week。 I shall never make
a country girlit's no use for me to try。'
'It's no use for you to try walking four miles in high…heeled shoes；
my dear；' said Polly； bluntly。
'They are not high；' retorted Laura； 'and if they are； I don't care
to look like aacow…boy； even in the backwoods。'
'I'm an awful example；' sighed Polly； seating herself on a stump in
front of the tent； and elevating a very dusty little common…sense
boot。 'Sir Walter Raleigh would never have allowed me to walk on his
velvet cloak with that boot； would he； girls？ Oh； wasn't that
romantic； though？ and don't I wish that I had been Queen Elizabeth！'
'You've got the HAIR；' said Laura。
'Thank you！ I had forgotten Elizabeth's hair was red； so it was。
This is my court train；' snatching a tablecloth that bung on a hush
near by； and pinning it to her waist in the twinkling of an eye；
'this my farthingale；' dangling her sun…bonnet from her belt；'this
my sceptre；' seizing a Japanese umbrella；'this my crown；' inverting
a bright tin plate upon her curly head。 'She is just alighting from
her chariot； THUS； the courtiers turn pale； THUS； （why don't you do
it？） what shall be done？ The Royal Feet must not be wet。 〃Go round
the puddle？ Prit； me Lud； 'Od's body！ Forsooth！ Certainly not！
Remove the puddle！〃 she says haughtily to her subjects。 They are
just about to do so； when out from behind a neighbouring chaparral
bush stalks a beautiful young prince with coal…black hair and rose…
red cheeks。 He wears a rich velvet cloak； glittering with
embroidery。 He sees not her crown； her hair outshines it； he sees
not her sceptre； her tiny hand conceals it； he sees naught save the
loathly mud。 He strips off his cloak and floats it on the puddle。
With a haughty but gracious bend of her head the Queen accepts the
courtesy； crosses the puddle； THUS； waves her sceptre； THUS； and
saying； 〃You shall hear from me by return mail； me Lud；〃 she vanishes
within the castle。 The next morning she makes Sir Walter British
Minister to Florida。 He departs at once with a cargo of tobacco；
which he exchanges for sweet potatoes； and everybody is happy ever
after。'
The girls were convulsed with mirth at this historical romance； and；
as Mrs。 Winship wiped the tears of merriment from her eyes； Polly
seized the golden opportunity and dropped on her knees beside her。
'Please； Aunt Truth； we can't get the white mosquito…netting because
Dr。 Winship has the key of the storehouse in his pocket； and somay…
…Iblow the horn？'
Mrs。 Winship gave her consent in despair； and Polly went to the oak…
tree where the horn hung and blew all the strength of her lungs into
blast after blast for five minutes。
'That's all I needed；' she said； on returning； 'that was an escape…
valve； and I shall be lady…like and well…behaved the rest of the
day。'
CHAPTER VI： QUEEN ELSIE VISITS THE COURT
'An hour and friend with friend will meet；
Lip cling to lip and hand clasp hand。'
'Now； Laura；' asked Bell； when quiet was restored； 'advise us about
Elsie's tent。 We want it to be perfectly lovely； and you have such
good taste！'
'Let me think；' said Laura。 'Oh； if she were only a brunette instead
of a blonde； we could festoon the tent with that yellow tarlatan I
brought for the play！'
'What difference does it make whether she is dark or light？' asked
Bell； obtusely。
'Why； a room ought to be as becoming as a dressso Mrs。 Pinkerton
says。 You know I saw a great deal of her at the hotel； and oh；
girls！ her bedroom was the most exquisite thing you ever saw！ She
had a French toilet…table； covered with pale blue silk and white
marquise lace；perfectly lovely；with yards and yards of robin's…
egg blue watered ribbon in bows； and on it she kept all her toilet
articles； everything in hammered silver from Tiffany's with monograms
on the back；three or four sizes of brushes； and combs； and mirrors；
and a full manicure set。 It used to take her two hours to dress； but
it was worth it。 Oh； such gorgeous tea…gowns as she had！ One of old
rose and lettuce was a perfect dream！ She always had her breakfast
in bed； you know。 I think it's delightful to have your breakfast
before you get up； and dress as slowly as you like。 I wish mamma
would let me do it。'
'What does she do after she gets dressed in her rows of old lettuce
I mean her old rows of lettuce？' asked Polly。
'Do？ Why really； Polly； you are too stupid！ What do you suppose she
did？ What everybody else does； of course。'
'Oh！' said Polly； apologetically。
'How old is Mrs。 Pinkerton？' asked Margery。
'Between nineteen and twenty。 There is not three years' difference
in our ages； though she has been married nearly two years。 It seems
so funny。'
'Only nineteen！' cried Bell。 'Why； I always thought that she was old
as the hillstwenty…five or thirty at the very least。 She always
seemed tired of things。'
'Well；' said Laura； in a whisper intended to be too low to reach Mrs。
Winship's tent； 'I don't know whether I ought to repeat what was told
me in confidence； but the fact iswellshe doesn't like Mr。
Pinkerton very well！'
The other girls； who had not enjoyed the advantages of city life and
travel； looked as dazed as any scandalmonger could have desired。
'Don't like him！' gasped Polly； nearly falling off the stump。 'Why；
she's married to him！'
'Where on earth were you brought up？' snapped Laura。 'What
difference does that make？ She can't help it if she doesn't happen
to like her husband； can she？ You can't make yourself like anybody；
can you？'
'Well； did she ever like him？' asked Margery； 'for she's only been
married a year or two； and it seems to me it might have lasted that
long if there was anything to begin on。'
'But；' whispered Laura； mysteriously； 'you see Mr。 Pinkerton was very
rich and the Dentons very poor。 Mr。 Denton had just died； leaving
them nothing at all to live on； and poor Jessie would have had to
teach school； or some dreadful thing like that。 The thought of it
almost killed her； she is so sensitive and so refined。 She never
told me so in so many words； but I am sure she married Mr。 Pinkerton
to save her mother from poverty； and I pity her from the bottom of my
heart。'
'I suppose it was noble；' said Bell； in a puzzled tone； 'if she
couldn't think of any other way； but'
'Well； did she try very hard to think of other ways？' asked Polly。
'She never looked especially noble to me。 I thought she seemed like
a die…away； frizzlygig kind of a girl。'
'I wish； Miss Oliver； that you would be kind enough to remember that
Mrs。 Pinkerton is one of my most intimate friends；' said Laura；
sharply。 'And I do wish； also； that you wouldn't talk loud enough to
be heard all through the canyon。'
The colour came into Polly's cheeks； but before she could answer；
Mrs。 Winship walked in； stocking…basket in hand； and seated herself
in the little wicker rocking…chair。 Polly's clarion tones had given
her a clue to the subject； and she thought the discussion needed
guidance。
'You were talking about Mrs。 Pinkerton； girls；' she said； serenely。
'You say you are fond of her； Laura； dear； and it seems very
ungracious for me to criticise your friend； that is a thing which
most of us fail to bear patiently。 But I cannot let you hold her up
as an ideal to be worshipped； or ask the girls to admire as a piece
of self…denial what I fear was nothing but indolence and self…
gratification。 You are too young to talk of these things very much；
but you are not too young to make up your mind that when you agree to
live all your life long with a person； you must have some other
feeling than a determination not to teach school。 Jessie Denton's
mother； my dear Laura； would never have asked the sacrifice of her
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