Nan Sherwood at Rose Ranch by Annie Roe Carr
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"Keep on," said Laura Polk, dryly, "and I guess we'll get the facts
of the case." "If you think I am going to join this crew that praises Nan Sherwood to the skies, you are mistaken," cried Linda. "All right. We'll hear all about it when Bess Harley comes," said Laura, laughing. She did like to plague Linda Riggs. "Where are Nan and Bess, to say nothing of Gracie?" Amelia Boggs wanted to know. "You came on the last train, didn't you, Linda?" "Oh, I did not pay much attention to those on the train," said Linda airily. "Father had his private car put on for me, and I rode in that." Mr. Riggs was president of the railroad, and by no chance did his daughter ever let her mates lose sight of that fact. "My goodness!" exclaimed Cora, "didn't you have anybody with you?" "Well, no. You see, I invited Walter and Grace Mason, but they had people in the chair car they thought they must entertain," and she sniffed again. "Oh, you Linda!" laughed Laura. "I bet I know who they were entertaining." "Here comes the bus!" cried Amelia suddenly. |
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