AFTERNOON TEA


The girls from Lakeview Hall were not likely to forget their
experience on the car for many a long day. And they were honestly
appreciative of the fact that Rhoda Hammond, the girl from Rose
Ranch, had saved their lives.

But they did not really know how to show Rhoda that, in spite of
her bad start at the Hall, the attitude of at least the party of
girls who had been with her in the electric car, had changed toward
her.

Nan put her arms about the Western girl and kissed her warmly. She
could do that, for from the start she had been kind to the girl
from Rose Ranch. But the others hesitated. Rhoda was not a shallow
girl. She did not turn easily from one attitude to another.

The unconscious motorman had been picked up and laid on a seat in
the car, and the conductor had run them into Freeling. John was
there put in a hospital ambulance. That was all they could do for
him.

The doctors said he had been walking around suffering from
pneumonia for several days. The girls sent him flowers and some
other luxuries and comforts when he was better.

But what could they do for Rhoda?

"I don't think we had better try to do anything _for_ her," Nan