could be nothing else!

Rhoda Hammond was perfectly unconscious of either the Mexican
girl's attention, or her emotion. With the saleswoman who had come
to wait on her the girl from Rose Ranch was discussing the price of
a piece of pottery which had attracted her notice.

Suddenly the Mexican girl turned to see Nan Sherwood staring at her
in wonder. She flushed darkly and was at first inclined to turn
away. Then her excitement overpowered her natural caution. She
seized Nan by the wrist with a pressure of her fingers that
actually hurt.

"You know all dhese yoong ladies--yes?" she demanded. "Dhey all
coom wit' you? Huh?"

"Why, yes. We all come from the same school," admitted the
astonished Nan.

"You know dhat girl?" asked the Mexican, pointing quickly at Rhoda.

"Yes."

"She do go to school wit' you all--yes? Her name?" demanded the
other.

"Why--"

"Eet ees Ham-mon'--no?" hissed the strangely acting girl. "Senorita
Ham-mon'?"