The young man threw up his arms as though to admit that the thrust was
too much for him, and the girls walked on, while from the lounging
groups came loud guffaws intended as a tribute to Marjorie's wit, and
more largely, to the goodwill which the group bore toward these two
young girls in particular, and to all girls in general.
"I couldn't have said that," said Jean, when they were out of earshot.
"I wouldn't have dared."
"Pshaw!" said the worldly-wise Marjorie, "there's nothing to those
fellows. I could make any one of them eat out of my hand."
"I believe you could," said Jean.
All that day we continued through the prairies, with here and there a
belt of scrubland to cut across the vision. All that day we rambled more
and more in the field of fancy--happy imaginings of the things we would
do with those farms of ours which lay out there, somewhere to the
westward, waiting only to be claimed. And as evening came on we watched
our first prairie sunset. There were no quick dusk and darkness, as in
the East; the sun hung long in the western sky, and as it descended
swung steadily to the northward. As it fell feather-like ruffles of
cloud almost overhead burst to color in the richest mauves and crimsons,
and long ribbons in the west floating like golden islands in a sea of
amber, caught the glow and silently unfolded a glory of pink and yellow
and orange and crimson and burnished brass. Silently and slowly the sun
dipped into the prairies as into a world-wide sea, but the sunset
continued; long after the great orb itself had disappeared, its radiance
filled the western heavens, and even while the grey twilight gathered
behind us our train seemed speeding forward into a lake of saffron and
champagne.
I turned to look at Jean. She sat by the window where the yellow light
blocked out her fine profile against the drab back-ground of the car,
and mingled in the richer yellow of her hair. And her blue eyes were all
a-glisten, as the long, fine lashes drooped and rose and drooped and
rose. And in the corner of her eye I saw a little pearl gather and grow
until, unrestrained, it stole across her cheek.
"Regina!" shouted Jack; "Regina!" springing to his feet and beginning to
gather up our effects, for we had agreed that this should be the base of
our search for land. We were ready to disembark by the time the train
had come to a stop, and our first glimpse of the prairie city was that
of buildings silhouetted against a saffron sky, and wide streets and
open spaces and the foundation-work of the metropolis that was to be.
Gaines had recommended an hotel, and we were soon located for the
night.
CHAPTER IV.
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