e said in response to Priscilla's
questions, it might really be quite like the one in _The Virginian_ where
they had swapped the babies.

Vivian, who had been burrowing in her closet for a stray blue satin
slipper to match the gown spread upon her bed, was surprised a few moments
later to see Virginia's dismayed face.

"Oh, Vivian, dear," she cried, "I thought you'd understand about dressing.
You really can't wear that, you know. Why, nobody will be dressed up like
that! It's for everybody, you see--Dick and Mr. Crusoe and William and the
men at Keiths'. They'll all come in flannel shirts and chaps, and they'd
all feel so queer and awkward if we dressed as we would at school. A clean
middy is what you want. I'm going to wear that. You see, it's so different
out here, Vivian."

It certainly was different out there, Vivian said to herself a little
petulantly as she hung up the blue dress, and selected a fresh middy and
some lighter shoes. Would she be expected to dance with the Bear Canyon
forest ranger and his brethren from Cinnamon Creek and Sagebrush
Point--with Dick and William and Mr. Crusoe? They were picturesque, and
she would enjoy describing them as characteristic of the West when she
returned home, but as for dancing with them, that--she was careful not to
admit to the others--was quite another matter.

By seven they were off, Mr. Crusoe being the proud driver of the large
rig, and the other men following on horseback. The Keith family with
Carver and Jack joined them at the main road, and all together they
journeyed up Bear Canyon which was populated beyond its wont with
pedestrians and equestrians, all bound for the barn-warming of Mr.
Benjamin Jarvis.

Virginia's prophecy was fulfilled. _Everybody was there!_ Not a family in
the Valley or Canyon had missed this opportunity. Babies, securely bundled
against the night air, slumbered on fresh hay in the unused bins, and
allowed their tired parents a few moments to greet their neighbors. Love
for their old teacher, and interest in their new, divided the hearts of
every child but two in the Bear Canyon school, those of the little girl in
the pink apron and Allan Jarvis being immovably anchored. The rangers from
Bear Canyon and Sagebrush, together with a bran-new man from Cinnamon
Creek, were among the guests, and two cow boys from the great Biering
ranch westward had, at the invitation of Mr. Benjamin Jarvis, driven their
bunch of cattle into his corral, made