ant to sell the ranch?"
"Right, the first time," cried Betty hilariously. "I think mother has a sneaking notion that she might look pretty good in a cowboy make-up herself. You see," she added, with a twinkle, "mother has never had a chance to own a real honest-to-goodness ranch before."
"Oh, isn't she sweet!" cried Mollie fervently, adding, as one to whom inspiration had come: "I tell you what, Betty, we'll take her with us!"
"How sweet of you," drawled Grace. "Especially since the ranch belongs to her!"
The other girls chuckled and Mollie looked rather sheepish.
"Oh, well," she admitted, "I guess it would be a case of her taking us along."
"And I don't envy her the job," said gentle Amy unexpectedly, while the girls gazed their reproach.
"Betty," said Mollie, "there is one very important thing that I would like to know."
"Well, I'm the original little information bureau," Betty assured her. "What will you have?"
"Does your dad really want to sel