Ranch life -- Fiction; Vacations -- Fiction; Wyoming -- Fiction
They had climbed to the summit of Spruce Ridge for their Vigilante
meeting--the first formal one they had held since their arrival in
Virginia's country. A letter from Dorothy, coming an hour ago, bore the
inscription, "To be read at a Vigilante meeting," and in order to be
honest to the letter, as well as in spirit, they had decided upon a place
apart and assembled.
"After all, it's better to come away like this, isn't it?" asked Virginia.
"There's a queer, common feeling that doesn't come when we just sit on the
porch and talk. And I love this sweep of country from the Ridge. It's real
Vigilante land. Now let's have the letter, Priscilla. I'm wild to hear it.
It's the very first we've had in a month."
The secretary of the order broke a large amount of sealing-wax, unfolded
sheets of blue stationery, and began:
"'A PIECE OF HEAVEN IN CALIFORNIA,
"'Aug. 11,19--.
"'DEAR FELLOW VIGILANTES:
"'I've been trying desperately to write you for weeks and weeks, but
you've no idea what the cares of a household are, especially when you
have a child around.'"
"A child!" cried all the Vigilantes at once. "What child?"
Priscilla continued:
"'But before I tell you about _Virginia Winthrop Richards_, I must
say that the summer is being even more wonderful than Dad and I ever
dreamed. I never got so well-acquainted with my own father in all my
life, and he's been a perfect darling to devote days and days to me.
The bungalow is more heavenly than ever. It's positively buried in
roses and heliotrope, and you'd never know it had a chimney. You'd
think that a huge geranium was growing right out of the roof. The
front porch looks out upon the sea. Oh, it's such a dark, deep,
sparkly blue! And when the sky is blue, too, and the sand is golden,
and the white gulls skim next the water--nothing could be more
beautiful in all the world! I think of you a hundred times a day, and
wish that you were here. So does Dad. I've told him all about the
Vigilantes, and he's so interested. He says he's thankful every day
that I have such fine friends at St. Helen's. In fact, I just know
he's more pleased with me than ever before. I think he sees there's
hope ahead, and it's a very comforting assurance.
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