Nan Sherwood at Rose Ranch; Or, The Old Mexican's Treasure
keview Hall. Nor did she overlook Nan's part in bringing her into th
od, ordinary student who stood well enough in her classes to satisfy
d not interest her much. She was an outdoors girl herself, and had stored up such immense vitality and
"butterfingers." Laura, who captained one of the scrub teams,
court and did their best to teach her tennis. She learne
pass away the time. Batting a little ball about with a snowshoe, she calls it! And if she misses a stroke, w
laughed Nan. "R
terfingers,'" Amelia said
ning down here, when she might be using her spare time upstairs re
mates during those two long and dreary months, February and March, when
s who might drop in and talk. If Rhoda herself talked, it was almost always about Rose Ranc
the East to the vicinity of the Mexican Border to conduct a school. Her eyes had be
so kind and good to her, I guess, when she had to give up teaching, that she just fell in love with him. Yo
e lot better than mother doe
ped Nan. "Fancy! Your own mothe
She 'sees' with the end of every finger and thumb. It is quite wonderful how much she lear
a little shudder. "It wo
. Old Cherrypie seems to know she can't see a
y all about her home, the acres upon acres of wild roses in the near-by canyons, the rugged gulches and patches of desert
ovely place, that Rose Ranch
Nan Sherwood. You must go home with me when school is over. O
never could go so far," Nan sai
mas holidays in Chicago with Grace. And before that, you say, you went up to a lumber camp i
tle lo
To going to China, f
rse you can go
from them during the past year. But she received fine reports regarding her mother's health and Papa Sherwood's new automobile business; and litt
ever. The snow under the hedges disappeared alm
Hall boatward. The outdoor tennis courts, the croquet grounds, the basketball enclosure, and the cinder track
r brother Walter and his tutor were at the summer home a short distance from Lakeview Hall, where he was
r since the holidays; but now he came for Grace
ckled pony Grace was to ride. The pony was a nervous, excita
on used to th
But the pony can't be any worse than t
atter with him?" as
rited. You never know
hoda said. "He looks all right to me. But that little flea-bitten
sked Lillie Nevins, Grace's chum, wh
ut I mean that probably she is skittish-will shy at the least li
uld leave them there alone beside
oped the reins of the grey over the pommel of his ow
horse and ride with t
you just ache to
he girl from Rose Ranch. "I w
rom far down the nearest court. It whizzed over the
g eye leaped and snorted, all four feet in the air at once
ff Prince's saddlehorn in that first jump. Then she was away like the wind, her little hoofs spurning the gravel of the path th
elf down the steep flight. Frightened animals
oofs. But the horror and wild despair of the group at the edge of t
he field was a group of the smaller girls at play. There were almost thirty of the little girls
hen they did realize their peril they milled for a min
il of the girls become apparent, when Rhoda Hammond leaped into a
g. She was astride the snorting horse and her feet instinctively soug
ustom about Lakeview Hall. But, almost standing erect as Prince thundered across the athletic field, Rhoda seemed per
hair snapped out behind her in the wind; her set face, visible to a few of the spectators, gave them co
s reins were gathered loosely in her right hand. The shrieking children were huddled right b
's. And he answered the rein perfectly. Rhoda rode to the right of the grey,
ys, and the runaway crossed her forefeet and crashed to the
out of the saddle, had run to seize the pony's bridle before th