Brewster wants some one
at once, and you-all can settle salary when you-all get there."
"Ah've heerd tell what a square man you-all was, Mr. Brewster, an' now
Ah knows it!" Suspicious moisture filled Sary's eyes as she spoke.
"Ah've won a way by being honest in all my dealings, for it pays in the
end. But tell me--can you come along?"
"Ef you-all kin wait, Ah'll tie up my bundle in a minit!" agreed Sary,
anxiously.
"All right! But don't waste any time packing your ball-gowns, Sary,"
laughed Mr. Brewster, facetiously, as the load of trouble rolled from
his heart. Sary was soon perched beside the rancher on the high spring
seat of the lumbering ranch-wagon, tenderly holding a half-dead rubber
plant. On that drive, her host heard more of every family history of
the ranchers for miles around than he had ever dreamed of knowing even
if he lived to be a hundred.
Sary Dodd arrived at the ranch-house the day before the visitors were
expected. Mrs. Brewster and Polly were in the midst of a light house-
cleaning as the strangers must not find a speck of dust anywhere!
"Maw, here's Sary Dodd! Ah got her to help!" shouted Sam Brewster,
pulling up his horse by the side of the porch.
"Sary Dodd! Oh, Sary, I'm right glad to see you! Come in, won't you?"
greeted Mrs. Brewster, coming to the door.
"Just in time, Mrs. Dodd, to help me shove this press in to the spare
room," added Polly, arresting her work to smile at the new-comer.
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