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Roy, Lillian Elizabeth, 1868-1932

"Polly of Pebbly Pit"


"Laws me! Ef it hain't like a bridal outfit. Ef Ah ever hed hed th'
chanst t' put on ennything like-es-that, I'd not have hed t'marry a
poor rancher like Bill. Ah could have hed my pick of the men at Oak
Crick!"
Sary sighed with pity at her own limitations in life, and she crept
back to her kitchen planning how she could manage to get one of the
girls to present her with some of the bridal finery. Thus pondering the
problem, she sat down opposite Jeb and entertained him, as he ate his
Sunday supper of pork and beans.


CHAPTER X
THE DANCE AT BEAR FORKS

The interesting events which crowded each other, day after day, in this
western life, so engrossed the girls that Bob forgot her vow to send a
telegram for return money to Chicago. She even forgot to write to Mrs.
Maynard at Newport, or to any of her society friends, until Anne
reminded her of a duty to her parents.
Tuesday following their first Sunday at Pebbly Pit, a rancher's wife
called just before noon, to deliver invitations.
"Ah heer'd tell how you-all had comp'ny this summer?" were the words
with which she greeted Mrs. Brewster.
"Yes, a few young people. Will you be seated, Mrs. Halsey?" said Mrs.
Brewster, placing a chair on the vine-shaded porch.
"Ah come t' ast you-all--say, you, Sally, stop pickin' them flowers!
Mis' Brewster'll lick yuh!" The visitor interrupted herself to shout at
her little girl who proved to be a naughty one.


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