"I'll stir up the animals," cried Bess, hopping off her bed, where
she had been perching. "We want a big crowd to help worry that
Hammond girl."

She was gone in a flash to get together the other girls of Corridor
Four. Laura yawned:

"I wonder if we'll be able to worry that wild Western young person
much, after all?" she said. "She looked to me like a cool sort of
person."

"I don't know," said Amelia. "I think she's stuck up."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," cried Nan.

"She's dressed to kill, just the same. I'd like to take her for a
good long tramp in that outfit she came in."

"Procrastination means this Riotous Rhoda has got too much
money--like Linda Riggs," put in Laura.

"I wonder if that Rose Ranch she comes from is a nice place," said
Nan. "Just think! A real cattle ranch!"

"Pooh!" said Amelia. "My uncle owns a dairy farm. What's the
difference whether you have muley cows or long-horned Texas
steers?"

Laura was still chuckling at this when Bess returned with several