Fred Fearnot's New Ranch: and How He and Terry Managed ItShackleford, H. K. (Harvey King)
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Fred Fearnot's New Ranch: and How He and Terry Managed It
Shackleford, H. K. (Harvey King)
Adventure stories; Ranch life -- Juvenile fiction; Young men -- Juvenile fiction
She laughed and seemed pleased with the compliment.
As soon as she could throw off her hat and light coat she said:
"Now, Fred, let me see the kitchen and the dining-room."
"All right. This leads into the dining-room," so she went in there and
seemed equally pleased with its furnishings and then she looked into the
china closet and found two complete sets of china dishes.
Then she went into the kitchen, where Fred and Terry had set up a
first-class range to take the place of the wide-open fireplace which
Jack had been using. The carpenters had built a splendid closet for all
the cooking utensils. There were all the necessary tables and chairs
there in the kitchen. She went to the sink and, turning the faucet, saw
a splendid flow of water.
"Why, where in the world does this water come from?" she asked, very
much surprised.
"Oh, that is one of Jack's ideas," replied Fred. "While we were away he
got permission from the superintendent of the railroad to run a pipe
from the railroad company's tank, some three hundred yards away, and
thus provided for a supply of water for household purposes as well as a
bathroom. Those are New York ideas which he brought out here with him,
and people who have visited the premises wondered what the Yankee boy
was up to. Of course the water isn't for drinking purposes, for he has a
driven well out in the yard, and the water is very good; but still it is
not like that down at the spring."
She turned around and patting Jack on the shoulder said:
"Jack, were you thinking of your mother or of Katy when you were fixing
up all these comforts?"
"Of both, Miss Evelyn," he answered, "for mother is as fond of comforts
as any other woman. She does her own cooking, and I am having water
pipes run from the same source into our house."
"By and by," he continued, "I'm going to see if I can't find artesian
water somewhere on the premises, and have it running through the house
all the time."
"Good boy! Good boy!" laughed Evelyn. "Now, brother tells me that you
have pigs and chickens and milch-cows on the place, and I want to see
them at once."
Terry and Fred and Jack went out with her. They first went to the big
stable, saw the saddle and carriage horses that they had bought, and she
was pleased with their appearance.
"Evelyn, here are a pair of grays," said Fred, "which Terry and I say
belong to you and Mary, and we hope you will love them as much and train
them as you did those up at Fredonia."
"Oh, my. That is work for me, but I am glad of it. Have they good
dispositions?"
"Yes, the stable-man says that they are kind and gentle and very
susceptible to kind treatment."
From the big stable they emerged into the big barn lot, passed through a
gate in a division fence, and saw a big flock of chickens. There were
about one hundred of the little things, all like little balls of down,
following clucking mother hens all over the place.
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