Nan Sherwood on the Mexican Border

BY ANNIE ROE CARR
THE WORLD SYNDICATE PUBLISHING COMPANY CLEVELAND NEW YORK
Published 1937 by The World Syndicate Publishing Co.
Printed in the United States of America

Elizabeth Harley jumped down from her bicycle and dropped it noisily against the steps of the Sherwood back porch.
“Nan, oh, Nan!” she called.
There was no answer. She ran up the steps and into the cottage, letting the screen door bang behind her. A friend since primary school days of Nan Sherwood, she was like one of the family and always ran into the Sherwood home on Amity Street without the formality of ringing the doorbell or pausing to knock.
Now she was more than anxious to find Nan. She had something important to tell her, news, she felt, that had to be told right away.
Grace and Rhoda and Laura and Amelia, the whole crowd that had gone to England to see the king and queen crowned in Westminster the year before were coming to Tillbury by motor to spend a couple of weeks. Nan and Bess had invited them during the last busy days at school, but Bess had only just now received a telegram saying they could come. Oh, there was so much to do!
“Nan, Nan!” she called again. They would have to have parties and picnics and hikes. Bess’s mind was busy planning even as she wondered where in the world Nan was. They would have a steak fry down on the shore of the lake. They would stay late and after the moon was up, they would sit on the shore and sing and talk and build the fire up high and then when the embers were low, they would toast marshmallows and talk some more until it was time to go home. But where was Nan?
Bess called again. Again there was no answer, but Bess heard the sound of voices in the front of the house. She walked on through. Excited herself, she failed to notice the excitement in the voices that attracted her, so when she stuck her head through the door between the hall and the Sherwood front parlor, she was taken completely by surprise.