ew Englandy!_ You know what
I mean. But I'm sure he'll love it out here. It's lovely of you to have
him at your house, Don. He could stay with us as well as not, of course,
but he'll be happier over there with you and Jack and the boys."

"That's all right," said Donald carelessly. "There's always room for one
more at the Keith ranch. Father says there always will be. Are all the
girls Vigilantes, Virginia--Mary and Priscilla and Vivian?"

Virginia explained. Mary wasn't really a member, and yet she really was,
being the advisor of the society, and general assistant whenever called
upon to help.

"It certainly was a clever scheme," said Donald. "No one but you would
ever have thought of such a thing, Virginia."

Virginia discredited his praise.

"Oh, yes," she told him. "Priscilla would have done it every bit as well,
only she'd never heard of the Vigilantes. You see, no one in New England
knows about them--even Miss Wallace who knows almost everything--and when
I told Priscilla the things they stood for years ago, and the work they
did against evil-doers out here in the pioneer days, we both thought it
would be just the thing to name our society after them. You see, Don, we
had to do something! 'Twas necessary with Imogene influencing Dorothy and
Vivian the way she did, and I've discovered that when a thing just _has_
to be done, there's always some one to do it. Oh, Don, see the wind
blowing over the grain! It looks almost like the real sea from Priscilla's
house--all blue-green and wavy--only I love the prairie sea better. Won't
they all just love it? It's such a big country! I'm getting excited again.
That queer feeling inside has come back, and it's a whole hour before we
get there, and before the train comes in."

"What do you suppose they're doing now?" asked Donald, excited in his
turn.

"I suppose," began Virginia--"oh, Don, there's another bergamot!--I
suppose they're all out on the observation platform, looking at everything
they can see. Mary isn't saying much--she's just looking, and Vivian is
surprised at all the new sights--I can just see how round and blue her
eyes are!--and Aunt Nan is pointing out things, so as to be sure no one
will miss one of them. Somehow I can't exactly picture Jack and Carver,
but I _know_ what Priscilla is doing. I don't even have to imagine or
suppose. I know she's just wild--outside and in! I can just see her
jumping from one side of the platform to the other, and excla