Part 11 (1/2)
”Do you like it better than anything else?” asked Alice.
”Yes, I do. And I just love moving pictures, don't you?”
”Indeed we do,” put in Ruth. ”But we were never cut out for riders.”
”I'd like it!” exclaimed Alice. ”I'd like to know how to ride a horse as well as you do.”
”I'll show you,” offered Estelle. ”I'll be very glad to, and it's easy.
It's like swimming--all you need is confidence, and to learn not to be afraid of your horse but to trust him. Let me show you some day.”
”I believe I will!” decided Alice, with flas.h.i.+ng eyes. ”It will be great.”
”Better ask father,” suggested Ruth.
”Oh, he'll let me, I know. We've ridden some, you know; but I would like to ride as well as Estelle,” and Alice and Estelle began to talk over their plans for taking and giving riding lessons. In the midst of the talk the return of the boy who went daily to the village for mail was announced.
”Oh, I hope my new waist has come!” Alice exclaimed, for she had written to her dressmaker to send one by parcel post. There was a package for her--the one she expected--and also some letters, as well as one for Ruth. Estelle showed no interest when the distribution of the mail was going on.
”Don't you expect anything?” asked Alice.
”Any what?”
”Letters.”
”Why, no, I don't believe I do,” was the slowly given answer. ”I don't write any, so I don't get any, I suppose,” and both girls noticed that there was a far-away look in Estelle's eyes. Perhaps it was a wistful look, for surely all girls like to get letters from some one.
”I believe she is estranged from her family,” decided Alice to her sister afterward. ”Did you see how pathetic she looked when we got letters and she didn't?”
”Well, I didn't notice anything special,” Ruth replied. ”But there is something queer about her, I must admit. She is so absent-minded at times. This morning I asked her if she wanted to go for a walk, and she said she had no ticket.”
”No ticket?”
”Yes, that's what she said. And when I laughed and told her one didn't need a ticket to walk around Oak Farm, she sort of 'came to' and said she was thinking about a boat.”
”A boat--what boat?”
”That was all she said. Then she began to talk about something else.”
”Do you know what I think?” asked Alice, suddenly.
”No. But then you think so many things it isn't any wonder I can't keep track of them.”
”I think, as I believe I've said before, that she has run away from some ranch to be in moving pictures. That's why she doesn't write or receive letters. She doesn't want her folks to know where she is.”
”I can hardly believe that,” declared Ruth. ”She is too nice and refined a girl to have done anything like that. No, I just think she is a bit queer, that is all. But certainly she doesn't tell much about herself.”
However, further speculation regarding Estelle Brown was cut short, as orders came for the appearance of nearly the entire company in one of the plays.
The first scene was to take place in a Southern town, and for the purpose a street had been constructed by Pop Snooks and his helpers.