Lucy laughed, but there was a roguish, daring flash in her eyes. "Dad, you do
seem to have all the young fellows scared. Some day maybe one will ride
along--a rider like you used to be--that nobody could bluff. . . . And he can
have me!"
"A-huh! . . . Lucy, are you in fun?"
Lucy tossed her bright head, but did not answer.
"Jane, what's got into her?" asked Bostil, appealing to his sister.
"Bostil, she's in fun, of course," declared Aunt Jane. "Still, at that,
there's some sense in what she says. Come to your breakfast, now."
Bostil took his seat at the table, glad that he could once more be amiable
with his women-folk. "Lucy, to-morrow'll be the biggest day Bostil's Ford ever
seen," he said.
"It sure will be, Dad. The biggest SURPRISING day the Ford ever had," replied
Lucy.
"Surprisin'?"
"Yes, Dad."
"Who's goin' to get surprised?"
"Everybody."
Bostil said to himself that he had been used to Lucy's banter, but during his
moody spell of days past he had forgotten how to take her or else she was
different.
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