That's just one of the common dresses," laughed Shirley. "You should see some of his real elaborate costumes in the attic. One day he showed them to us. They're wonderful!"
"What does he do with all of them?" asked the puzzled Kit.
"Oh, Dad's a collector. Didn't you ever collect anything, Kit?"
"Oh, sure. I have a lot of birds' eggs and arrowheads and Indian baskets. I have heaps of baskets at home."
"Well, Dad collects Colonial dresses and everything else from that period. Some of the gowns came from Europe at about that time and are of gold cloth."
"Are they very valuable?" asked Kit.
"Some are, and then others are not so costly. This one isn't. He told us we could sometimes play with it. Probably it belonged to an ordinary person.
"How can he tell whether they are valuable or not, is what I'd like to know," said Shirley. "If I were going to buy anything, I'm sure I'd get cheated."
"Well the best of them get fooled once in a while. Daddy bought an imitation once. Can you imagine that? But only once, for my Dad is pretty smart."
When Kit was arrayed in the satin gown she looked quite stately and the girls escorted her down the winding stairs to the drawing room with great ceremony. By this time Kit was in a daze from all the unusual and extravagant things about her. She scarcely saw the furniture in the drawing room, for at that moment Colonel Baxter arrived and was being greeted by the girls.
Kit's eyes rested on the man who had just opened the door. Bet's father! He was tall and slender, with hair that had just begun to turn gray. His large hazel eyes were gentle and intense in their interest.
There was something very boyish in the face that lit up with pleasure at sight of Bet and her chums, and his quick glance around seemed to take in everything.
Kit saw the look of amused surprise on his face as he beheld her, but in a moment the amusement had been replaced by a very formal smile of welcome as Bet introduced her new friend. The stately bow as he kissed her finger tips quite startled Kit and made her flush with embarrassment. But this quickly passed as the girls laughed heartily and gathered about him, treating him as if he were their own age.
"Oh, what do you think, Dad! Kit has come all the way from Arizona. – And she has a cowpony."
"And oh, Colonel Baxter, just think," exclaimed Joy. "She knows a lot of cowboys and she can rope a wild steer just like they do in the movies! Don't you think she's wonderful!"
"Well that is wonderful, Miss Kit. When I saw you I thought you had come straight from the 18th Century, and here you are quite modern and thrilling."
The Colonel led the way again into the drawing room, placed a chair for Kit and in a few moments her embarrassment was gone and she was talking to him about her home in Arizona as if she had always known him. He seemed interested in every detail of her life in the mountains and would exclaim with pleasure over some of the commonplace things that she related, just as Bet and her chums had done.
The three girls had left her alone with Colonel Baxter while they went to help Auntie Gibbs, for the Manor was not over supplied with servants. Auntie Gibbs found it hard to get along with anyone and preferred to do most of the work herself, having extra help come in as needed.
At dinner Kit would have felt out of place if Bet's father had not kept her talking about her life in Arizona. Kit's home had been one of makeshifts and to be seated at a table where the stateliness and formality of the old Colonial days was being retained, made her uneasy and anxious for fear she might make some blunder.
But Bet and her father took her attention away from such details.
"Are there any Indians left in your part of the country, Miss Kit?" the Colonel asked graciously.
"Not very many. They have died out pretty fast in the last fifty years. They are mostly on reservations."
"What is the tribe called?" questioned Bet.
"The Apaches live up in the hills and then down nearer the towns there are Papagos. The latter have always been peaceful Indians and lived by farming."
"Ugh! I'd be frightened of an Indian. Aren't you, Kit?" asked Joy.
"No, not a bit. They are perfectly friendly. Most of them are too easy-going to do any harm."
"But I thought all Apaches were cruel."
"Indeed they're not!" exclaimed Kit indignantly. "My father has had old Apache Joe working for him ever since I can remember. He and his squaw, Mary, pretty nearly brought me up. I love them both, and Indian Mary is the kindest old thing in the world. Why Pa and Ma couldn't get along without them!"
"Are there any other Indians near them?" asked Shirley.
"No. They have company from the Reservation sometimes, but they seem perfectly happy with us."
Kit could not help but notice how different this dinner was from her hastily-eaten meals in Arizona. Here there was no hurry, the dessert had been finished for some time, yet the Colonel lingered and chatted. In her own home, as soon as the last bite had been swallowed, they all arose and began to clear away. Kit liked the leisurely way in which things were done; it gave a peaceful atmosphere to the meal.
At last the Colonel rose, and Bet and her chums followed him to the drawing room.
CHAPTER IV
THE QUEEN'S FAN
As Colonel Baxter led the way to the drawing room, he said: "Now girls, have you been real good, today?"
"Of course we have!" the girls exclaimed together.
"We're always good!" said Joy.
"All right then, I'll show you something nice."
"What is it?" cried Bet clapping her hands. "Don't tell me it's an old musket or sword or anything warlike. I'm fed up on guns!"
"No, I think this treasure will bring a response from your hearts, if you are as feminine as I think you are."
"It must be a ring!" exclaimed Joy.
"Something far more exciting!" laughed Colonel Baxter.
"Another gown!" suggested Shirley.
"Never. He has too many of them already. It must be something very special, for Dad's so excited. Has it jewels and everything?" laughed Bet.
"Guess!"
"Jewelled slippers?" said Kit.
"That's old stuff. He has three pair of those already. I know Dad wouldn't enthuse over slippers."
"What can it be? I'll guess that it's a necklace."
"No, Kit, it's still more interesting than a necklace," answered the Colonel.
"Oh, I know," suddenly cried Shirley. "A musical snuff box!"
"He had several of those once, I know he wouldn't make a fuss over them, they're not so valuable."
"Then what is it? Tell us quickly," pleaded Joy who never did like to play the game of guessing.
