Aunt Jane's Nieces on the Ranch Part 8

"Here is another of our good friends for you to know. He's our neighbor at the north and is considered the most enterprising orange grower in all California," announced Weldon, with a chuckle that indicated he had said something funny.

"Lemon," said the man, speaking in such a shrill, high-pitched tenor voice that the sound was positively startling, coming from so ma.s.sive a chest.

"I meant lemon," Arthur hastened to say. "Permit me to introduce Mr.

Bulwer Runyon, formerly of New York but now the pride of the Pacific coast, where his superb oranges-"

"Lemons," piped the high, childish voice.

"Whose lemons are the sourest and-and-juiciest ever grown."

"What there are of them," added the man in a wailing tenor.

"We are highly honored to meet Mr. Bulwer Runyon," said the major, noticing that the girls were for once really embarra.s.sed how to greet this new acquaintance.

"Out here," remarked Dolph Hahn, with a grin, "we drop the handle to his name and call him 'Bul Run' for short. Sounds sort of patriotic, you know, and it's not inappropriate."

"You wrong me," said the big rancher, squeaking the words cheerfully but at the same time frowning in a way that might well have terrified a pirate. "I'm not a bull and I don't run. It's enough exertion to walk.

Therefore I ride. My new car is equipped with one of those remarkable-"

"Pardon me; we will not discuss your new car, if you please," said Arthur. "We wish to talk of agreeable things. The marvelous Castro is concocting some of his mysterious dishes and we wish you to a.s.sist us in judging their merits."

"I shall be glad to, for I'm pitifully hungry," said the tenor voice. "I had breakfast at seven, you know-like a working man-and the ride over here in my new six-cylinder machine, which has a wonderful-"

"Never mind the machine, please. Forget it, and try to be sociable,"

begged Dolph.

"How is the baby, Mrs. Weldon?"

"Well and hearty, Bulwer," replied Louise. "Why haven't you been to see little Jane lately?"

"I heard you had company," said Mr. Runyon; "and the last time I came I stayed three days and forgot all about my ranch. I've made a will, Mrs.

Weldon."

"A will! You're not going to die, I hope?"

"I join you in that hope, most fervently, for I'd hate to leave the new machine and its-"

"Go on, Bulwer."

"But life is fleeting, and no one knows just when it'll get to the end of its fleet. Therefore, as I love the baby better than any other object on earth-animate or inanimate-except-"

"Never mind your new car."

He sighed.

"Therefore, Mrs. Weldon, I've made Jane my heiress."

"Oh, Bul! Aren't you dreadfully in debt?"

"Yes'm."

"Is the place worth the mortgage?" inquired Arthur.

"Just about, although the money sharks don't think so. But all property out here is rapidly increasing in value," declared Runyon, earnestly, "so, if I can manage to hold on a while longer, Toodlums will inherit a-a-several fine lemon trees, at least."

Uncle John was delighted with the big fellow with the small voice. Even the major clapped Bul Run on the shoulder and said the sentiment did him credit, however big the mortgage might be.

By the time Castro brought in his first surprise-a delicious soup-a jovial and friendly party was gathered around the oilcloth board. Even the paper napkins could not dampen the joy of the occasion, or detract from the exquisite flavor of the broth.

The boyish Dolph bewailed anon the absence of his "Nell," who loved Castro's cookery above everything else, while every endeavor of Mr.

Runyon to explain the self-starter on his new car was so adroitly headed off by his fellow ranchers that the poor fellow was in despair. The "lunch" turned out to be a seven course dinner and each course introduced such an enticing and unusual dish that every member of the party became an audacious gormandizer. None of the girls-except Louise-had ever tasted such concoctions before, or might even guess what many of them were composed of; but all agreed with Patsy when she energetically a.s.serted that "Castro out-cheffed both Rector and Sherry."

"If only he would have tablecloths and napkins, and decent rugs upon the floor," added dainty Louise.

"Oh, that would ruin the charm of the place," protested Uncle John.

"Don't suggest such a horror to Castro, Louise; at least until after we have returned to New York."

"I'll take you riding in my car," piped Runyon to Beth, who sat beside him. "I don't have to crank it, you know; I just-"

"Have you sold your orange crop yet?" asked Arthur.

"Lemons, sir!" said the other reproachfully. And the laugh that followed again prevented his explaining the self-starter.

The porch was shady and cool when they emerged from the feast room and Arthur Weldon, as host, proposed they sit on the benches with their coffee and cigars and have a social chat. But both Runyon and Hahn protested this delay. They suggested, instead, that all ride back to El Cajon and play with the baby, and so earnest were they in this desire that the proud young father and mother had not the grace to refuse.

Both men had their cars at the village garage and an hour later the procession started. Beth riding beside "Bul Run" and Patsy accompanying the jolly "Dolph."

"We must stop and pick up Nell," said the latter, "for she'd be mad as hops if I went to see Toodlums without her."

"I don't wonder," replied Patsy. "Isn't my niece a dear baby?"

"Never was one born like her. She's the only woman I ever knew who refuses to talk."

"She crows, though."

"To signify she agrees with everyone on every question; and her angelic smile is so genuine and constant that it gets to your heart in spite of all resistance."

"And she's so soft and mushy, as it were," continued Patsy enthusiastically; "but I suppose she'll outgrow that, in time."

Mrs. Helen Hahn, when the three automobiles drew up before her young husband's handsome residence, promptly agreed to join Rudolph in a visit to the baby. She proved to be a retiring and rather shy young woman, but she was very beautiful and her personality was most attractive. Both Patsy and Beth were delighted to find that Louise had so charming a neighbor, of nearly her own age.

Rudolph would not permit the party to proceed further until all had partaken of a refres.h.i.+ng gla.s.s of lemonade, and as this entailed more or less delay the sun was getting low as they traversed the five miles to El Cajon, traveling slowly that they might enjoy the exquisite tintings of the sky. Runyon, who was a bachelor, lived a few miles the other side of Arthur's ranch. All three ranches had at one time been part of the Spanish grant to the Cristovals, and while Arthur now possessed the old mansion, the greatest number of acres had been acquired by Rudolph Hahn, who had preferred to build for himself and his bride a more modern residence.

CHAPTER VII-GONE!