Part 26 (1/2)
”I did plan that, some time ago, but I like this idea much better. What's the use of exerting ourselves to entertain a lot of indifferent people when we can give a jolly time to the ones who never have any fun at all?”
”That's what Don says. And these boys are his special care. He has club-rooms for them in the city, and he's working now to get all sorts of additions to it--baths and showers and gymnasium apparatus.
Oh, I think it's fine, too. I didn't at first, when he wrote me about it, but now that I'm here and see for myself, I'm immensely interested and want to help.”
They discussed the coming event fully as they worked. It was discussed by everybody during the next few days, and plans were carefully perfected with the view of combining a good time for the young guests with the serious purpose of getting the haying done as promptly and effectually as possible.
So, on a certain day in early July, Jake Kelly cut the hay, the entire ten acres, and reported a fair crop for land that had been running wild so long, a rather rainy spring having helped matters considerably. On the morning of the next day Ferry's boys were to arrive.
”I wish it were a holiday for me,” admitted Max, as he left the house to catch his car. ”I'd rather enjoy seeing the mess Ferry and Jarve get into with a corps of bootblacks to make hay for them. They'll '_make hay_,'
all right, mark my word.”
”Each of us girls is going to drive one load down to the barn,” called Sally gayly, from the porch.
As he ran down the driveway, Max waved his hand with a gesture of despair as if to indicate that this announcement certainly finished the prospect of getting anything done on the farm.
”Don't mind him,” said Jarvis, appearing in the doorway behind her. ”I'm going to drive out the Southville road about five miles after a hay-fork and tackle I've bought of a man who's selling out. We don't really need one for our small crop, but it's too cheap to refuse. Back in a jiffy.
Don't you want to go?”
”Thank you--too busy.”
”You don't look it--” for she was starting away at a moderate pace down the driveway, her fresh blue-and-white print skirts giving forth a crisp little sound as she walked.
”But I am. I'm going on an errand.”
”Which way?”
”Down the road--Mrs. Hill's.”
”Wait a minute and I'll have you there quicker than you can walk.”
He ran in for his driving-gloves, and out through the back hall to the old carriage house where the car stood. He was only a minute in getting under way, for he had learned to leave his machine in a condition in which it could be used the next time without waiting to fill gasoline tanks or radiators. It was natural for him to go at things in a systematic way, and he kept his car, as he kept his books and papers, in order, quite without thinking much about it.
But with all his haste Sally had reached the driveway and gone a rod or two down the road before he overtook her. He slowed down at her side.
”Why didn't you wait? Jump in,” said he, ”and I'll have you there in one burst of speed.”
Sally stepped up on the running board and stood there, her arm on the back of the roadster's seat.
”Get clear in, please,” requested Jarvis. ”There'll be no bursts of speed with you standing there.”
”I can hold on perfectly well.”
”So can the car stand still. It will stand still till you get in.”
Sally took the seat. ”Now hurry up, please,” said she. ”There isn't any use in my getting in at all, just for a foot or two of ride.”
The car moved off. ”Let's make it longer,” Jarvis urged. ”Drive out with me for the fork. We won't be half an hour away, and you can't have anything very pressing left on hand, with all the work you girls have done to get ready for those youngsters.”
He opened his throttle, as he spoke, and the car responded. Sally shook her head, decidedly.