Blue Bonnet's Ranch Party

Copyright, 1912 By The Page Company
All rights reserved Made in U. S. A.
PRINTED BY C. H. SIMONDS COMPANY BOSTON, MASS., U. S. A.

Blue Bonnet put her head out of the car window for the hundredth time that hour, and drew it back with a sigh of utter exasperation.
Uncle Cliff, she declared impatiently, if The Wanderer doesn't move a little faster I'll simply have to get out and push!
Better blame the engine, Honey, said Uncle Cliff in his slow, soothing way. The Wanderer is doing her best. Might as well blame the wagon for not making the horses gallop!
I know, she confessed. But it seems as if we'd never get to Woodford. This is the longest-seeming journey I ever took—even if it is in a private car. Then, fearing to appear inappreciative, she added quickly: But I do think it is mighty good of Mr. Maldon to let us take his very own car. I can just see the We are Sevens' eyes pop right out when they see this style of travelling. Blue Bonnet's own eyes roamed over the luxurious interior of The Wanderer, dwelling with approval on the big, swinging easy chairs, the book-case cunningly set in just over a writing-desk, the buffet shining with cut glass and silver, and the thousand and one details that made the car a veritable palace on wheels.
Blue Bonnet had been spending a few days in New York with her uncle, who had insisted that she should have a little lark after her long months in school. Now, in a private car belonging to one of Uncle Cliff's friends, they were on their way back to Woodford, there to gather up Grandmother Clyde, Alec Trent, and the other six of Blue Bonnet's We are Seven Club, and bear them off to Texas for the summer.
I reckon Sarah Blake and Kitty Clark aren't very used to travelling? suggested Uncle Cliff, more to draw out Blue Bonnet than with any consuming desire for information.
Used to travelling! Why, Uncle Cliff— Blue Bonnet shook her head emphatically— not one of the other We are Sevens has ever so much as seen the inside of a Pullman in all her life!