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

h slight provocation (none at all, to be exact) wore a handsome suit, and if her jewelry was too conspicuous it had the merit of being genuine. Betty

for such an outburst. Betty half expected him to acquiesce and leave the stranger in possession of his seat, but to her surpris

f he didn't like her, or was mad at her-what is it I am trying to say? Bo

ld pretend. Bob's silent reception of her discourtesy had infuriated her, and she knew better than Betty where

b was back, and wit

ne that admitted of no trifling. "You were in eighteen in the other car

or, and thought better of whatever she was going to say. Meekly she followed him to another section on the other side of the car and found

old place and shot a q

m that it possessed one grain of culture; but at that, I can't remember

be charitable, an intention which she inadvertently destroyed by adding vigo

mly. "Unless she's planning to live in seclusion, she won't get far i

the coolness with which she appropriated the dressing room in the morning and curled her hair and made an elaborate toilet in p

a palatial car, and Bob and Betty who, acting on Mr. Gordon's advice, spent their t

displayed in a smart little millinery shop, and had

the window as they turned down the first street from the station. "I m

e encouraged her. "Ask 'em how much it is, though," he added, with a sudden recollec

ay from the face and boasted as trimming a single scarlet quill. It

nuated the clever young French s

silk net embroidered heavily with chenille dots a

t a veil!" sai

traveler and the journey had not tired her. The excitement and pleasure of choosing a new hat had brought a flush to her cheek

only thirteen and you'll look silly. Do you

cied that she looked very grown up indeed. She was fond of braiding her heavy thick hair and wrapping it around her head so that there were no hair-ribb

t?" she asked

g person with a wave of one jeweled hand

. "And I'll wear it and the hat, too,

nsaction had been completed

l see about getting a

he sai

ed Betty, putting an appealing hand on his arm. "I

're an awful chump," replied Bob

over, Betty was incli

e veil persisted in blowing first into Betty's eyes, then into Bob's, and interfered to an amazing degree with their enjoy

y. "It's cost me six dollars to l

limsy net affair, but he wisely determined not to air his op

ned travelers. Bob was an ideal companion for such journeys, for he never lost

ells!" exclaimed Betty, watching

able people, asking a whole raft of us to spend the week

o do everything we do; Libbie Littell and another Vermont girl we don't know-Frances Martin; you and I; and the five boys Mr. Littell wrote you about-the Tucker twin

declared Bob. "A boy with a girl's name has

' names-in history," co

we get into Wa

to be a bit late," replied Bob. "Let's go to bed n

n. Betty's heart beat faster as the hands of her little wrist watch pointed to 5:45 and the passengers began to g

en the beautiful, brilliantly lighted building on the occasion of their first trip to Washington!

ed, but her lovely eyes fille

he whispered to t

asked anxiously, at which