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

ngton. I never knew anybody from there b

ess you know how long it's going

enough breakfast?" his

family, who had brought them to the station, were waiting, too. The

id Bob earnestly. "You c

first, G

romises to "write soon." Then Bob and Betty found themselves in the sleeper, waving

Flame City-for some time

few previous long journeys, took off her hat and gloves and

e aisle who wore a smart Fall hat that was unmistakably new. "But Flame City depends on mai

"What's that around that woman's neck-fu

wanted a set, but Uncle Dick said mink was too old for me. He did say,

skimo," grumbled Bob. "Well, we seem to be headed to

d a smile of

t of the question in the poorhouse where he had spent the first ten years of his life, and after that he had not seen the inside of a schoolroom. He had read whatever books he could pick up while at Bramble Farm, and in the knowledge of current

though she did not realize it, she had lost to a great extent the power of application. Systematic study of any kind might easily prove a har

ggested Betty presently. "I didn't eat much b

," admitted Bob, "but that's all I r

sat facing her. She was not a pretty girl. She looked discontented and peevish, and the manner in w

ish just placed before her. "If you can't bring me a poached egg that isn't

rl consciously tucked back a lock of stringy

Bob under his breath. "I'd like to see h

protested Betty. "I won

s she has! And did

erybody," said Bob severely. "Diamonds help out a cr

rose to leave the car, and when they passed her table she stared a

out of earshot. "I don't believe she's a day older than you a

. "I wish I had a lace vestee and some long whi

bby Littell going traveling in a party dress and wearing all the

one in which Bob and Betty had seats. It was to be dropped at the next junc

aid the official kindly, after examining their ticke

flux taxed every available seat. Betty took out her crochetin

we'll go out on the observatio

nto the ring-" Betty murmure

m?" The porter's

ticed in the diner, and with her was a haras

irl, surveying Betty as a princess might gaze upon an annoying l

t I was a bug," Betty

the girl loosened the

over," she co

ed, but her innate

stake," she faltered.

"You can't hold seats in a public conveyance-my father says so.

in the narrow space that belonged to Bob, and by an adroit pressur

entured the porter. "This seat belongs to

pect me to stand up the rest of the way? The agent had no business to

k to his seat. Betty, watching the girl, saw her glance sidewise at him

ardon," said

as no r

a mistake," began Bob again.

sh and the girl's face, distorted

you going to do about i