Let me alone. Claude rose and dressed,βa simple operation which took very little time. He crept down two flights of stairs, feeling his way in the dusk, his red hair standing up in the peaks, like a cock's comb. He went through the kitchen into the adjoining washroom, which held two porcelain stands with running water. Everybody had washed before going to bed, apparently, and the bowls were ringed with a dark sediment which the hard, alkaline water had not dissolved.
Shutting the door on this disorder, he turned back to the kitchen, took Mahailey's tin basin, doused his face and head in cold water, and began to plaster down his wet hair. Old Mahailey herself came in from the yard, with her apron full of corn-cobs to start a fire in the kitchen stove.
She smiled at him in the foolish fond way she often had with him when they were alone. You goin' to View Image of Page 2 the circus before breakfast? Don't you make no noise, else you'll have 'em all down here before I git my fire a-goin'. The sun popped up over the edge of the prairie like a broad, smiling face; the light poured across the close-cropped August pastures and the hilly, timbered windings of Lovely Creek,βa clear little stream with a sand bottom, that curled and twisted playfully about through the south section of the big Wheeler ranch.
It was a fine day to do anything; the sort of day that must, somehow, turn out well. Claude backed the little Ford car out of its shed, ran it up to the horse-tank, and began to throw water on the mud-crusted wheels and windshield.
While he was at work the two hired men, Dan and Jerry, came shambling down the hill to feed the stock. Jerry was grumbling and swearing about something, but Claude wrung out his wet rags and, beyond a nod, paid no attention to them. Somehow his father always managed to have the roughest and dirtiest hired men in the country working for him. Claude had a grievance against Jerry just now, because of his treatment of one of the horses.
