The next morning, at breakfast, Mr. Brewster said to Jeb: "Ah have to
look after some business in Oak Creek, to-day, Jeb, so you need not
drive over for the girls. Ah will stop at the station and look them
up."
"Mebbe you-all'd better take me to hist the trunks, es Ah am young and
hearty," ventured Jeb, anxiously.
"You! Why, Jeb, Ah can turn you over with my small finger," laughed Mr.
Brewster, comparing his tall muscular frame with that of small slim
Jeb's.
So Jeb slouched away to look after his master's farm work as well as
his own, and as he worked he grumbled and thought of the fun and
frolics the "fellers" in Oak Creek were having on their pay-day.
At the Denver station, two girls dressed in the latest modes, walked
along the platform toward a line of railway coaches.
"What dirty-looking cars. Can these be right?" said Barbara Maynard.
And the younger girl, Eleanor, replied: "I suppose they burn soft
coal."
"Well, they shouldn't! Everything we have on will be covered with soot
before we reach the town."
"That will mean more business for the dry-cleaners at Oak Creek,"
laughed Eleanor. Had she known that the place could not boast of any
kind of a cleaning establishment, she would have laughed louder and
longer at the novelty.
"I suppose this Oak Creek is the shopping center for all the smaller
villages that are within motoring distance of it," surmised Barbara.
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