"Of course it does."
"I have some lotion in my room. It is good for a sprain, or anything like that. I'll get it for you and you can rub it in well when you go to bed."
"If those girls come around to bother me again—"
"I'm afraid they won't," said Nan, sorrowfully.
"You're afraid they won't?"
"Yes. They may let you very much alone. You won't have much fun here."
"Humph! I can flock by myself," said Rhoda, quite cheerfully.
"But you can have so much better times if you are friends with the other girls."
"I don't know about that. I don't like any of them—as far as I've gone. Except you. Out where I come from—at Rose Ranch—there are plenty of Mexican girls and Indian girls who are much more ladylike than this crowd. Why! these girls are savages."
"Oh, no, Rhoda! Not quite that," laughed Nan. "You don't understand. And I am afraid they won't understand you."