"Perhaps that is because she has walked so little," said Nan,
wisely.

"Humph!" Amelia Boggs commented, "has she been used to being pushed
in a baby carriage?"

"Distances are long out in the cattle country. Everybody rides, I
guess," Nan observed.

"Well," one of the older girls remarked, "she's no material for
basketball, or any other team. She can't even run, it seems. I
guess we'll have to pass her up."

Nor did Rhoda seem to mind being "passed up." At least, if she
missed the companionship of her schoolmates, she did not show it.
Perhaps Nan Sherwood worried more about Rhoda than Rhoda did about
herself.

There came a day, however, when the girls of Lakeview Hall saw
something in the girl from Rose Ranch that they were bound to
admire. Rhoda Hammond possessed one faculty that raised her, head
and shoulders, above most of her schoolmates who so derided her.




CHAPTER VI

THE MEXICAN GIRL