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

h an oil well set off prematurely, and while she

ted Bob. "I do wish y

ting his own horse, wore no hat, but it was a pet grievance of his

your eyes if you want to-

ground swiftly, and the little bay Clover cantered obediently aft

in both hands and letting the reins lie idle on her horse's neck.

b shouted back, turning

was

le face at the taste of oil in her mouth. She slipped Norma Guerin'

b dolorously. "I don't believe I can ev

a grin. "Don't let Clover go to s

ered word of encouragement, and gradually, very gr

e was an orphan, of New England stock, and had come from the East to the oil fields to join her on

skill pledged to the oil company he represented, Mr. Gordon had solved the problem of what to do with Betty by sending her to spend the summer with an old childhood friend of his, a Mrs. Peabody who had married a farmer,

han Betty, the fourteen year old Bob, whose life at Bramble Farm had been harsh and unlovely and preceded by nothing brighter than a drab existence at the county

re he could discover a definite clue, have been related in the second volume of the s

, the father of three lively daughters who innocently kidnapped Betty, only to have the entire family become her firm friends. While in Washi

don. This book, "Betty Gordon in the Land of Oil; or The Farm that Was Worth a Fortune," relates the varied experiences of Bob and Betty in the oil section of Oklahoma and the long train of ev

nd debt and great comfort, had, to date, made very little change in the m

the first of the month, now a week away, and Betty had ridden to the oil fields ahead of him. She divided her time

ack curtain of oil. "Of all the messy stuff! Betty, yo

o Grandma Watterby's and get tidied up, Bob. It's nearer than your aunts',

nd liberal handfuls of borax, for the water was very hard. Fortunately, Betty had a clean blouse and skirt at hand (most of her wardrobe was in the guest

that makes me feel good,

fense when his appear

trim and neat, and sniffing the delicious odor of hot waffles. "I

Will Watterby warmly. "Did you

"Here, Betty, you sit next to me, and Bob can have Will's place. He's g

's waffles were quite as good as they smelled, and she apparently had mixed an inexhaustible quantity of batter. Every one ate rapidly and in comparative silence,

s over. "No, I don't need any help with the dishes. Grandma and me, we're going over to town

acy inherited by Grandma Watterby, dishes and housework had been the sum total of Mrs. Will Watterby's exis

and let her heavy dark hair fall over her shoulders. She was sit

bsently. "I want Aunt Faith to get one. A runabout would be

!" said Betty hastily. "I left it in my oth

n in a moment, the letter Bob had handed he

ing at the sky, was startled by an exclamation before Betty

he demanded, sittin

with pleasure. "What do you think! Norma

tell me what Shadyside is, and where?" said Bob h

of the station, too. It's five hours' ride from Washington. Let's see, there's Bobby and Louise Littel

it she glanced u

ned it into a cough, and that

!" This time Betty's glance was not

ured her. "I'm my usual charming self. Are

nds out, and any one can get his services free if they tell him a hard luck story. Norma writes that she and Alice have always wanted to go to Shadyside because their mother graduated from there when it was only a d

the world for Doctor Guerin. Didn't he row me that time he found us out in the fields at

tion and esteem than ready cash, had managed to look after the boy and girl more or less effectively, and Norma, his daughter, had supplied Bob with orders from her school friends

f she thought her letter had suggested such a thing. What makes it hard for them, I think, is that Mrs. Guerin expected to have quite a fortune so

feet as she fini

cried. "Did you see th