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

etty on the platform. "I know the boarding house they've chosen i

gloves of the aunts waved dolorously from the

If I'm not mistaken that's the smoke from my train

ly. "You won't get sick or anything, will you,

agent with my bags-this is the local, all right

d smiled down into the blue ey

said clearly. "Don't forg

pt Betty in

weetheart," he mur

e car, and then, with a shrill grinding of wheels, the training resumed its way. As long as they coul

me cry," begged Bett

hing us. Let's go

r to Doctor Morrison. Hop in, Betsey, and dry your eye

at had belonged to her uncle; he had sold it to the town physician. "But doesn't it g

ing with Mr. Gordon. However, the boy was sure that he could drive the car the brief distance to the doctor's house, and Betty shared hi

d like a live thing. He jammed on the brake and brought it to a standstill

-er-more gently?" s

grinned Bob. "As a chauf

and the battered little car moved

they had reached Doc

it and honey, but although they knew the skill of his old Southern cook very well, they had

ard the Watterby farm, "when we ride Clover and Reuben up to

Bob. "But, Betty, I ha

o look at, but he has b

ngers. We wouldn't know how they would be treated then. Now we ar

red. Bob had instantly decided to give his mount to Dave Thorne, the section foreman, who had shown him many kindnesses and who was delighted to

who was to move with her parents into the old Saunders farmhouse. Betty had neve

p to the oil fields and gave them into the charge of Dave Thorne. The superintend

was glad when all the good-byes had been said and they stepped into the Watterby car whi

going around saying good-bye to people and things is enough to break anybody up. Now to-morrow me and mother won't weep a tear ov

the bunk house, waving som

oringly. "Velly nice apple tart-maybe th

e and thanked him war

choked the girl. "I never

d Bob philosophically. "You ought to be gl

was rewarded by seeing Betty

"But wait till we get home. I

ed the Watterby farm, had been bu

Bob, handing him an immense hunting

with equal gravity, presentin

lked off, carrying his piece of the apple ta

o with a hunting knife is more