"Yes."
"She do go to school wit' you all—yes? Her name?" demanded the other.
"Why—"
"Eet ees Ham-mon'—no?" hissed the strangely acting girl. "Senorita
Ham-mon'?"
"Her name is Hammond. Yes. Rhoda Hammond," admitted Nan, scarcely knowing whether it was right to tell the girl this fact or not.
"Ah, eet ees so! Senorita Ham-mon', of dhe Ranchio Rose. Huh?"
"Why—why—" gasped Nan. "Yes, her home is at Rose Ranch. That is what she calls it."
"Ah!" hissed the Mexican girl, her eyes still glittering angrily.
"See! See how reech she is dress'. Huh! The treasure of Ranchio
Rose buy dhose dress'. Huh! Ah!"
She flung herself about and walked hastily to the back of the store. Nan was speechless. She stood utterly amazed by the Mexican girl's words and actions.