one. Bob himself was very much pleased to
be a ward of Betty's uncle, feeling that now he "really belonged," as
he happily said.

"Who do you suppose this is from?" asked Betty, waving a letter at
Bob one morning not long after their visit to the oil fields with the
aunts. "You'll never guess!"

Bob looked up from his book. He was luxuriously stretched under a
tree, reading.

"From Bobby Littell?" he ventured.

"Bob Henderson, can you read the postmark from where you are?" Betty
looked disappointed for a moment. "Oh, well, I might have known you
would have guessed it. It is from Bobby. Want to hear a little bit?"

"I don't mind," conceded Bob graciously, keeping a finger in his
book.

"She says they've been to Atlantic City for a month," explained
Betty. "That is, Bobby, Esther, Louise and Mrs. Littell. Mr. Littell
could spend only a week with them. And now the girls are going to
boarding school. Listen.

"'Louise and I are going away to school this fall, and
though Esther is crazy to go, too, Dad says he must have
one of us at home, so I think she will have to wait a year
or two. Louise and I have been to Miss Graham's for three
years, and I don't see why it isn't good enough for Esther
till she is as old as we are. But you know she always wants
to do everything we do. Oh, Betty, wouldn't it be too
lovely for words if you should come to boarding school with
us? Please ask your uncle, do. You can't spend the winter
in Oklahoma, can you? And if you are going to school I know
you would like the one we're going to. It is so highly
recommended, and Mother personally knows the principal. I
tell you--I'll see that a catalogue is sent to you, and you
show it to your uncle. Libbie thinks maybe she will go.'

"And she winds up by saying that her father and mother send their
love, and they all want to know how you are and if you found your
aunts," concluded Betty, folding the letter. "I must write to Bobby
and tell her your good luck."

"Do you want to go to boarding school?" asked Bob. "Where is this
place she's so crazy about--in Washington?"

"I don't know just where, but I don't think it is very near
Washington," answered Betty carelessly. "Of course I'd love to go to
boarding school. Do you suppose Uncle Dick would be willing?"

Mr. Gordon, when consulted, promised to "think it over," and as Betty
knew that none of his plans f