"The Brewsters are by far the wealthiest family in that whole section
of country, and I have heard that the ranch and house are the finest in
the state. You met young John Brewster at the College Prom and you can
tell what you think of _him._"
"Ye-es, young Brewster is all right. Every one seemed to think he is
exceptionally nice," remarked Barbara.
Mrs. Maynard sighed with relief as she felt that a weight had been
lifted from her mind. She was anxious to have her two daughters climb
the social ladder to a higher plane than she had been able to reach, so
she knew they must be careful to associate with only those who had
already arrived there through forbears or ambition.
"Then we can wire Anne at once to complete arrangements, Frederick?"
ventured the lady, watching her husband's expression.
"I'll attend to that but when can you be ready to go?" asked Mr.
Maynard, glancing from one to the other of the trio.
"The same day you start, Daddy!" declared Eleanor, giving her father a
hug.
"Why, we simply can't, Nolla! Father leaves Chicago next week and we
have so much to prepare before going to a place where we are apt to
meet the very elite of society," cried Barbara.
"It will take fully two weeks to go through the girls' wardrobe,
Frederick, and see that everything is the last word," added Mrs.
Maynard, explanatory of her eldest daughter's dismay.
"Well, fix things up any way you say, but I'm off for the bank when you
begin talking dress," laughed Mr.
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