From Washington the scene is shifted to the great oil fields of our country. A splendid picture of the oil field operations of today.
rom her pocket and fell to reading it. Bobby Littell had written a letter for each day of the journey and Betty had derived genuine pleasure from these gay notes so like the cheerful, sunny Roberta herself. This morning's letter was taken up with school plans for the fall, and the writer expressed a wish that Betty might go with them to boarding school.
"Libbie thinks perhaps her mother will send her, and just think what fun we could have," wrote Bobby, referring to the Vermont cousin.
Betty dismissed the school question lightly from her mind. She would certainly enjoy going to school with the Littell girls, and boarding school was one of her day-dreams, as it is of most girls her age. After she had seen her uncle and spent some time with him--he was very dear to her, was this Uncle Dick--she thought she might be ready to go back East and take up unceremoniously. But there was the subject of the probable cost--something that never bothered the Littell girls. Betty knew nothing of her uncle's fin