"I'll telegraph to the bank, the first thing in the morning,
and have them wire me the money."
During this animated argument in the guest-chamber, a family gathering
formed on the porch of the house.
"Mary, what shall we do with those seven huge trunks?" asked Mr.
Brewster, quizzically watching Polly.
"Seven! Why, Paw!" exclaimed Polly, instantly picturing the wonderful
things those trunks held. Creations such as she had pored over in the
"Farm Journal Fashion Notes."
"I don't know, Sam, unless we leave them in the wagon until the girls
decide what they wish done with them?" replied Mrs. Brewster.
Sary overheard the conversation and now ran out to see whether there
really could be seven trunks!
"Laws me! Ah never see'd sech quare-shaped trunks--all bulgy at one
side, and all them brass locks!"
"They are wardrobe trunks, Sary," remarked Mrs. Brewster.
Sary deigned no reply to the information but vented a bit of her ire
against the new-comers by shrugging her great shoulders and saying: "Ef
Ah w'ar you-all, Miss Brewster, Ah'd shore pitch them trunks clar over
th' line inta Wyomin' state whar th' Injuns kin scramble fer th' fancy
duds!"
"Oh, Sary, I smell the cherry-dumplings scorching!" cried Mrs.
Brewster, suddenly, knowing the quickest way to rid herself of Sary.
Anne Stewart now came out and saw the group looking at the wagon. "The
girls won't bother to unpack to-night, Mr.
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