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Show Page 28 . . . I was unexpectedly facing Father's friends, the immaculate Doctor Nicholas Senn and Major General Otis . . . Father gave me one despairing glance, and his face was suddenly a mask done in red. . . . From the distressed expressions of utter dismay creeping over the notables' faces, they were ready to take flight, if any more of such primitives were liable to appear. Even Ann admitted to feeling an unpleasant sensation in the pit of her stomach, but tried to look as she hoped "an Indian Chief would look if he were ever caught red-handed in the act of lifting a white's 'top piece.1" But even after an uncomfortable meal Ann didn't cease her shenanigans. An after-dinner ride was suggested and the "Indian" was told that in order to stay in character she must ride bareback, which she did, her headdress slapping against her horse at every step. By this time Ann's embarrassment had ended, but her dander was up. Her mood was not calmed by the Major, who was busy complimenting himself on his riding ability and his perfect understanding of horses. Ann could not tolerate boasting and the Major's bragging caught in her craw. She hatched an idea. The group had finished admiring the sunset and was preparing to return to the ranchhouse. |