the reverend thomas wilson's sister, miss sophronia, had come to sunbridge on a tuesday evening late in june to make her brother's family a long-promised visit. but it was not until the next morning that she heard something that sent her to her sister-in-law in a burst of astonishment almost too great for words.
"for pity's sake, mary, what is this i hear?" she demanded. "edith insists that her cousin, cordelia, is going to texas next week—to texas!—cordelia!"
"yes, she is, sophronia," replied the minister's wife, trying to make her answer sound as cheerful and commonplace as she could, and as if texas were in the next room. (it was something of a trial to mrs. thomas wilson that her husband's sister could not seem to understand that she, a minister's wife for eighteen years and the mother of five children, ought to know what was proper and right for her orphaned niece to do—at least fully as much as should a spinster, who had never brought up anything but four cats and a parrot!) "edith is quite right. cordelia is going to texas next week."
"but, mary, are you crazy? to let a child like that go all the way from here to texas—one would think new hampshire and texas were twenty miles apart!"
mrs. wilson sighed a little wearily.
"cordelia isn't exactly a child, sophronia, you must remember that. she was sixteen last november; and she's very self-reliant and capable for her age, too. besides, she isn't going alone, you know."
"alone!" exclaimed miss sophronia. "mary, surely, the rest that edith said isn't true! those other girls aren't going, too, are they?—elsie martin, and that flyaway tilly mack, and all?"
"i think they are, sophronia."
"well, of all the crazy things anybody ever heard of!" almost groaned the lady. "mary, what are you thinking of?"
"i'm thinking of cordelia," returned the minister's wife, with a spirit that was as sudden as it was unusual. "sophronia, for twelve years, ever since she came to me, cordelia has been just a big sister in the family; and she's had to fetch and carry and trot and run her little legs off for one after another of the children, as well as for her uncle and me. you know how good she is, and how conscientious. you know how anxious she always is to do exactly right. she's never had a playday, and i'm sure she deserves one if ever a girl did! vacations to her have never meant anything but more care and more time for housework."
mrs. wilson paused for breath, then went on with renewed vigor.
"when this chance came up, tom and i thought at first, of course, just as you did, that it was quite out of the question; but—well, we decided to let her go. and i haven't been sorry a minute since. she's tom's only brother's child, but we've never been able to do much for her, as you know. we can let her have this chance, though. and she's so happy—dear child!"
"but what is it? how did it happen? who's going? edith's story sounded so absurd to me i could make precious little out of it. she insisted that the 'happy x's' were going."
the minister's wife smiled.
"it's the girls' 'hexagon club,' sophronia. they call themselves the 'happy hexagons.' there are six of them."
"humph!" commented miss sophronia. "who are they—besides cordelia?"
"bertha brown, tilly mack, alma lane, elsie martin, and genevieve hartley."
"and who?" frowned miss sophronia at the last name.
"genevieve hartley. she is the little texas girl. it is to her ranch they are going."
"her ranch!"
"well—her father's."
"but who is she? what's she doing here?"
"she's been going to school this winter. she's at the kennedys'."
"a texas ranch-girl at the kennedys'! why, they're nice people!" exclaimed miss sophronia, opening wide her eyes.
mrs. wilson laughed now outright.
"you'd better not let miss genevieve hear you say 'nice' in that tone of voice—and in just that connection, sophronia," she warned her. "genevieve might think you meant to insinuate that there weren't any nice people in texas—and she's very fond of texas!"
miss sophronia smiled grimly.
"well, i don't mean that, of course. still, a ranch must be sort of wild and—and mustangy, seems to me; and i was thinking of the kennedys, especially miss jane chick. imagine saying 'wild' and 'miss jane' in the same breath!"
"yes, i know," smiled mrs. wilson; "and i guess genevieve has been something of a trial—in a way; though they love her dearly—both of them. she's a very lovable girl. but she is heedless and thoughtless; and, of course, she wasn't at all used to our ways here in the east. her mother died when she was eight years old; since then she has been brought up by her father on the ranch. she blew into sunbridge last august like a veritable breeze from her own prairies—and the kennedy home isn't used to breezes—especially miss jane. i imagine genevieve did stir things up a little there all winter—though she has improved a great deal since she came."
"but why did she come in the first place?"
mrs. wilson smiled oddly.
"that's the best part of it," she said. "it seems that last april, when mrs. kennedy and miss chick were on their way home from california, they stopped in houston, texas, a few days, and there they met john hartley and his daughter, genevieve. it appears they had known him years ago when they were 'the chick girls,' and he came to sunbridge to visit relatives. i've heard it whispered that he was actually a bit in love with one of them, though i never heard whether it was miss jane, or the one who is now the widow kennedy. however that may be, he was delighted to see them in texas, report says, and to introduce to them his daughter, genevieve."
"but that doesn't explain how the girl came here," frowned miss sophronia.
"no, but i will," smiled her sister-in-law. "fond and proud as mr. hartley very plainly was of his daughter, it did not take mrs. kennedy long to see that he was very much disturbed at the sort of life she was living at the ranch. that is, he felt that the time had come now when she needed something that only school, young girl friends, and gently-bred women could give her; yet he could not bear the thought of sending her off alone to an ordinary boarding school. then is when mrs. kennedy arose to the occasion; and very quickly it was settled that genevieve should come here to her in sunbridge for school this last winter—which she did, and mrs. kennedy has been a veritable mother to her ever since. she calls her 'aunt julia.'"
"hm-m; very fine, i'm sure," murmured miss sophronia, a little shortly. "and now she's asked these girls home with her—the whole lot of them!"
"yes; and they're crazy over it—as you'd know they would be."
miss sophronia sniffed audibly.
"humph! it's the parents that are crazy, i'm thinking," she corrected. "imagine it—six scatter-brained children, and all the way to texas! mary!"
"oh, but the father is in the east here, on business and he goes back with them," conciliated mrs. wilson, hastily. "besides, mrs. kennedy is going, too."
miss sophronia raised her eyebrows.
"well, i can't say i envy her the thing she's undertaken. imagine my attempting to chaperon six crazy girls all the way from new hampshire to texas—and then on a ranch for nobody knows how long after that!"
"i can't imagine—your doing it, sophronia," rejoined the minister's wife, demurely. and at the meaning emphasis and the twinkle in her eye, miss sophronia sniffed again audibly.
"when do they go?" she asked in her stiffest manner.
"the first day of july."
"indeed! very fine, i'm sure. still—i've been thinking of the expense. of course, for a minister—"
mrs. wilson bit her lip. after a moment she filled the pause that her sister-in-law had left.
"i understand, of course, what you mean, sophronia," she acknowledged. "and ministers' families don't have much money for texas trips, i'll own. as it happens, however, the trip will cost the young people nothing. mr. hartley very kindly bears all the expenses."
"he does?"
"yes. he declares he shall be in the girls' debt even then. you see, last winter genevieve sprained her ankle, and was shut up for weeks in the house. it was a very bad sprain, and naturally it came pretty hard on such an active, outdoor girl as she is. mrs. kennedy says she thinks genevieve and all the rest of them would have gone wild if it hadn't been for the girls. one or more of them was there every day. then is when they formed their hexagon club. it was worth everything to genevieve, as you can imagine; and mr. hartley declares that nothing he can ever do will half repay them. besides, he wants genevieve to be with nice girls all she can—she's had so little of girls' society. so he's asked them to go as his guests."
"dear me! well, he must have some money!"
"he has. mrs. kennedy says he is a man of independent means, and he has no one but genevieve to spend his money on. so, as for this trip—in his whole-hearted, generous western fashion, he pays all the bills himself."
"hm-m; very kind, i'm sure," admitted miss sophronia, grudgingly. "well, i'm glad, at least, that it doesn't cost you anything."
there was a moment's silence, then mrs. wilson said, apologetically:
"i'm sorry, sophronia, but i'm afraid you'll have to stand it till the children go—and there'll be something to stand, too; for it's 'texas, texas, texas,' from morning till night, everywhere. genevieve herself is in new jersey visiting friends, but that doesn't seem to make any difference. the whole town is wildly excited over the trip. i found even little mrs. miller, the dressmaker, yesterday poring over an old atlas spread out on her cutting-table.
"'i was just a-lookin' up where texas was,' she explained when she saw me. 'my! only think of havin' folks go all that distance—folks i know, i mean. i'm sure i'd never dare to go—or let my girl.'"
"very sensible woman, i'm sure," remarked miss sophronia.
mrs. wilson smiled; but she went on imperturbably.
"even the little tots haven't escaped infection. imagine my sensations sunday when bettie barker, the primmest miss propriety in my infant class, asked: 'please, mis' wilson, what is a broncho, and how do you bust 'em?'"
this, indeed, was too much for even miss sophronia's gravity. her lips twitched and relaxed in a broad smile.
"well, upon my word!" she ejaculated, as she rose to her feet to go up-stairs to her room. "upon my word!"
an hour later, in that same room, mrs. wilson, going in to place some fresh towels upon the rack, found a huge book spread open on miss sophronia's bed. the book was number seven in the reverend thomas wilson's most comprehensive encyclopedia; and it was open at the word "texas."
mrs. wilson smiled and went out, closing the door softly behind her.
it was, indeed, as mrs. wilson had said, "texas, texas, texas," everywhere throughout the town. old atlases were brought down from attics, and old geographies were dug out of trunks. even the dictionaries showed smudges in the t's where not over-clean fingers had turned hurried pages for possible information. the library was besieged at all hours, particularly by the happy hexagons, for they, of course, were the storm-center of the whole thing.
ordinarily the club met but once a week; now they met daily—even in the absence of their beloved president, genevieve. heretofore they had met usually in the parsonage; now they met in the grove back of the schoolhouse.
"it seems more appropriate, somehow," elsie had declared; "more sort of airy and—texasy!"
"yes; and we want to get used to space—wide, wide space! genevieve says it's all space," bertha brown had answered, with a far-reaching fling of her arms.
"ouch! bertha! just be sure you've got the space, then, before you get used to it," retorted tilly, aggrievedly, straightening her hat which had been knocked awry by one of the wide-flung arms.
the happy hexagons met, of course, to study texas, and to talk texas; though, as bertha brown's brother, charlie, somewhat impertinently declared, they did not need to meet to talk texas—they did that without any meeting! all of which merely meant, of course, retaliated the girls, that charlie was jealous because he also could not go to texas.
