Betty Gordon at Boarding School; Or, The Treasure of Indian Chasm

hed his rolling pin with one hand and swung his apron viciously with the

he oil fields, could do several things

crop grass that grew in straggling whisps about the fence posts

to-day," she said half regretfully. "I know yo

ry making. From time to time, as he passed from the table to the

again. Fast developing into a good American, his natural trait of curios

was pitiless. Far up the road that ran straight away

w," said the gi

work, satisfied that whatever Betty

tered to himself, waddling hastily to the oven, openin

erged a raw-boned white horse that galloped with amazing awkwardness and incredible spe

, waving his arm in the motion of

gerly. "What is it, Bob? Be

d to the ground. The white horse contentedly

speak severely and failing completely because her dimple wo

lacing a square package in the girl's hands. "Don

th the cord an

, her vivid face glow

had a letter yesterday

school. And, Bob, so a

, B

king how the girl's fac

n, Be

ie will come down from Vermont. Dear old Libbie-

hanically while she spoke, and

rew out a handsome white box tied with pal

not stale," said

off the box lid, revealing a perfect

u would send East for 'em simply because I happened to say

l and pronounced

into another candy. "He didn't know when he would get back, and I'm supp

as persuasive. "Miss Betty, that

e Chang! I'd rather have a corner of yo

tty," said the C

ed Betty coaxingly. "See, Lee Chang, Bob gave me these.

tely considered rather poor stuff) and watched the girl no longer. From now on till dinner time Lee Chang's whole attenti

," decided Betty. "Let's sit down on the grass and

te were amiably straying up and down the narrow

pping down comfortably on the dusty grass and breaking the tart across into two nearly e

Bob enthusiastically, an odd little smile quivering on his lips. "With

er aunt expects Bobby to look after her. Wait a minute and I'll read yo

trailing around after that girl who sees a romance in every bush and book and who cries when any one plays violin m

*

arly," said Betty, folding up the letter and returning

nced Bob, with unexpected shrewdness. "Bobby hasn't much tact, and she

g at Bob with new respect. "I never

cheerfully. "So Uncle Dick is willing t

" countered Betty, puzzled. "

to," said Bo

back and rested his head in his h

e got on," he commented lazil

e it. It's wash silk, Bob, and your Aunt Faith said I could have it if I

e's so much taller than you are," said Bob, obviously trying to put

at him comp

helped me cut it out and she sewed the sleeves in after I had basted them in wrong twice, but I did everything

white checked silk, slashed at the throat for the crisp black tie, and the gr

st in this topic. "We can't wear very fussy things, though-Bobby sent me the catalogue. S

e blank eye of the white horse now turned dully to

in Washington, and Mrs. Littell has asked me to stay with them. I must write to Mrs. Ben

r that reminded me of Laurel Grove, and Laurel Grove reminded me of Glenside, and that, of course, made me think of the Guerins-

betrayed her delight "Why, I haven't heard from h

y, and first the tart and then the blouse thing-a-bub drove it out of my mind. I'll lea

was slowly slitting the envelope of her letter with a hairpin. She had tuc

lanced up startled, as a wild y

l repeated, and then, sudden and without warnin

e anguish in Betty's wail of app

look at anything. Actio

!" he shouted. "Come on