ven him.

"Campus is the College Field, Sam," he said.

"Then why in time don't they say so? Ain't they goin' to teach her to
talk United States? I s'pose them things is all fine an' necessary fo'
the female eddication but, dern me, if I can see where she's goin' to
find time to eat an' sleep."

"It's been all-fired lonely with both you an' her gone," said Mormon.
"An' the dawg ain't eat a mouthful, I don't believe. Mebbe you can coax
him, Sandy. Set around an' howled like a sick coyote fo' fo'-five
days--mostly nights. If the gel balks at all that line of stuff I'll
stand back of her to quit an' come back to Three Star."

"An' have Jordan git her away an' put her under Plimsoll's
guardeenship?"

"He c'udn't do that. Mirandy Bailey 'ud block him."

"He c'udn't do anything," said Sandy. "I got myse'f app'inted legal
guardeen to Molly while we was in Santa Rosa, one day Barbara an' Molly
was shoppin'. John Redding's lawyer fixed it up."

The months passed without especial incident at the Three Star. Sandy
purchased a Champion Hereford bull for the herd out of the ranch share
of the faro winnings. Other improvements were added, and the three
partners seemed on the fair way to prosperity. Sandy's theory that
better bred and better fed beef, bringing better prices, would pay,
began to demonstrate itself slowly, though it would take three years
before the get of the thoroughbred stock was ready for marketing.

Occasional letters came from Molly. Homesickness and unhappiness showed
between the lines of the first epistles, despite her evident efforts to
conceal them. Her ways were not the ways of the other girls who were
_developing a well poised personality through intellectual, moral,
social and physical training_. She apparently formed no friendships and
it seemed that none were invited from her.

"But I'm going to stick with it till I get same as the
rest--on the outside, anyway," she wrote. "I don't know how
some of them work inside. It ain't like me. But I've started
this and you-all want me to go through so I will, though I
get lonesome as a sick cat for the ranch. I don't swear any
more--I got into awful trouble for spilling my language one
time--and I can spell pretty good without hunting up every
word in the dictionary. I reckon I'm a hard filly to break
but then I was haltered late. I don't think it would be
allowed for me to have Grit, so you'll have to lo