"Yes,your father!"said Laddie."And because I was in such a hurry,I didn't wait for him to speak.I said:`Good morning,Mr.Pryor.I'm one of the Stanton boys,and I came for Miss Pryor's mount and habit.All the young people who are on horseback are going to ride an escort to the village,around my sister's bridal carriage,and Miss Pryor thinks she would enjoy going.Please excuse such haste,but we only this minute made the plan,and the train won't wait.'""And he?"
"He said:`Surely!Hold one minute.'I stood on the step and waited,and I could hear him give the order to some one to get your riding habit quickly,and then he blew a shrill whistle,and your horse was at the gate the fastest of anything I ever saw.""Did he do or say----"
"Nothing about `clods,and clowns,and grossness!'Every other word he spoke was when I said,`Thank you,and good morning,'and was turning away.He asked:`Did Miss Pryor say whether she preferred to ride home,or shall I escort her in the carriage?'""`She did not,'I answered.`The plan was so sudden she had no time to think that far.But since she will have her horse and habit,why not allow my father to escort her?'So you see,I'm going to take you home,"exulted Laddie.
"But you told him your FATHER,"said the Princess.
"And thereby created the urgent necessity,"said Laddie with a flourish,"for speaking to him again,and telling him that my father had visitors from Ohio,and couldn't leave them.We will get all the fun from the day that we can;but before dusk,too early for them to have any cause for cavil,`the gross country clod'is going to take you home!"One at a time,Laddie pounded those last words into the hitching post,with his doubled fist.
"Suppose he sets the dogs on you!You know he keeps two dreadful ones."Laddie just roared.He leaned closer.
"Beaucheous Lady,"he said,"I have fed those same dogs and rubbed their ears so many nights lately,he'll get the surprise of his life if he tries that."The Princess drew away and stared at Laddie the funniest.
"On my life!"she said at last."Well for a country clod----!"Then she turned with the habit bundle,and ran into the house.
Father and mother came from the front door arm in arm and walked to the carriage,and Sally and Peter followed.My,but they looked fine!The Princess had gone to the garden and gathered flowers and lined all the children in rows down each side of the walk.They were loaded with blooms to throw at Sally;but when she came out,in her beautiful gray poplin travelling dress,trimmed in brown ribbon,the same shade as her curls,her face all pink,her eyes shining,and the ties of her little brown bonnet waving to her waist,she was so perfectly beautiful,every single child watched her open mouthed,gripped its flowers,and forgot to throw them at all.
And this you scarcely will believe after what she had said the day she made her list,and when all of us knew her heart was all torn up,Sally just swept along smiling at every one and calling "good-bye"to those who had no way to ride to the village,as if leaving didn't amount to much.At the carriage,a little white,but still smiling,she turned and took one long look at everything,and then she got in and called for me,right out loud before every one,so I got to hold up my head as high as it would go,and step in too,and ride all the way to Groveville between her and Peter,and instead of holding his hand,she held mine,just gripped it tight.She gripped so hard she squeezed all the soreness at her from my heart,and when she kissed me good-bye the very last of all,I whispered in her ear that I wouldn't ever be angry any more,and I wasn't,because after she had explained I saw how it had been.It wasn't ME she didn't want;it was just no baby.
After our carriage came Peter's people,then one father borrowed for the Ohio relatives,then the other children,and all the neighbours followed,and when we reached the high hill where you turn beside the woods,I saw father gather up the lines and brace himself,for Ned and Jo were what he called "mettlesome.""Then came a burst of thunder sound,"as it says in "Casablanca,"and the horseback riders came sweeping around us,Laddie and the Princess leading.These two rode ahead of us,and the others lined three deep on either side,and the next carriage dropped back and let them close in behind,so Sally and Peter were "in the midst thereof."Instead of throwing old shoes,as always had been done,the Princess coaxed them to throw rice and roses,and every other flower pulled from the bouquets at home,and from the gardens we had passed.Every one was out watching us go by,and when William Justus rode beside the fences crying,"Flowers for the bride!Give us flowers for the bride!"some of the women were so excited they pulled things up by the roots and gave him armloads,and he rode ahead and supplied Laddie and the Princess,and they kept scattering them in the road until every foot of the way to Groveville was covered with flowers,"the fair young flowers that lately sprang and stood."He even made side-cuts into swampy places and gathered armloads of those perfectly lovely,fringy blue gentians,caught up,and filled the carriage and scattered them in a wicked way,because you should only take a few of those rare,late flowers that only grow from seed.
Sally looked just as if she had come into her own and was made for it;I never did see her look so pretty,but Peter sweated and acted awful silly.Father had a time with the team.Ned and Jo became excited and just ranted.They simply danced.Laddie had braided their manes and tails,and they waved like silken floss in the sunshine,and the carriage was freshly washed and the patent leather and brass shone,and we rode flower-covered.
