Keith showed her where she might look straight up the
coulee to her brother's ranch, two miles away, and when she wished she
might see what they were doing up there, he went in and got his
field-glass. She thanked him prettily, and impersonally, and focused the
glass upon Dick's house--which gave Keith another chance to look at her
without being caught in the act.
"How plain everything is! I can see mama, out on the porch, and Miss
Hayes." She could also see Sir Redmond, who had just ridden up, and was
talking to the ladies, but she did not think it necessary to mention
him, for some reason; she kept her eyes to the glass, however, and
appeared much absorbed. Dick rolled himself a cigarette and watched the
two, and there was a twinkle in his eyes.
"I wonder--Dick, I do think--I'm afraid--" Beatrice hadn't her society
manner now; she was her unaffected, girlish self; and she was growing
excited.
"What's the matter?" Dick got up, and came and stood at her elbow.
"They're acting queerly. The maids are running about, and the cook is
out, waving a large spoon, and mama has her arm around Miss Hayes, and
Sir Redmond."
"Let's see." Dick took the glass and raised it to his eyes for a
minute. "That's right," he said. "They're making medicine over
something. See what you make of it, Keith."
Keith took the glass and looked through it.
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