"Humph! I can flock by myself," said Rhoda, quite cheerfully.

"But you can have so much better times if you are friends with the
other girls."

"I don't know about that. I don't like any of them--as far as I've
gone. Except you. Out where I come from--at Rose Ranch--there are
plenty of Mexican girls and Indian girls who are much more ladylike
than this crowd. Why! these girls are savages."

"Oh, no, Rhoda! Not quite that," laughed Nan. "You don't
understand. And I am afraid they won't understand you."

"Who wants 'em to?" responded Rhoda Hammond gruffly.

Nan Sherwood took the liniment into Rhoda's room, and when she
returned, bringing back the overall suit to be returned to Henry,
she found her chum, Bess Harley, in their room, slowly preparing
for bed.

"Well! isn't that the greatest girl you ever saw?" exclaimed Bess.
"She will have a nice time here--not! And I should think you'd not
have anything to do with her, Nan. The other girls won't like it.
We're just going to ignore her. A girl who can't take a joke!"

"I shan't have much to do with her until she comes to her senses,"
Nan admitted. "But I am sorry for her, just the same."

"You'll waste your 'sorry' on that one," laughed Bess.