If they are ever found you and your mother shall have them."

"Of course," Rhoda added, "we would not want anything that was not
strictly ours. No matter what the law might say about 'findings,
keepings,' my father is not that kind, I'd have you know. We
haven't found the treasure. If we ever do, I promise you we'll
write to your mother at once."

"My modder cannot read the language you speak," said Juanita,
sullenly.

"We will have the letter written in Spanish," promised Rhoda.

"Write it to me," said the Mexican girl eagerly. "I must do all
business for my modder. Yes. She do not know. She ees ver' poor.
But if what Lobarto stole from us is r-recover-red, we shall be
reech again. By goodness, yes!"

"In the end," Nan explained to Bess and Grace afterward, "I think
we more than half convinced that Mexican girl that it was not her
mother's money that dressed Rhoda so nicely."

"How you talk!" exclaimed Rhoda. "I am sorry for that Mex. But,
goodness! how mad she was. Just as mad as a lion!"

"'Lion'!" sniffed Bess. "What do you know about lions?"

"We have them about Rose Ranch," said Rhoda, smiling wickedly.

"Oh, never!" squealed Grace.