"My modder cannot read the language you speak," said Juanita, sullenly.
"We will have the letter written in Spanish," promised Rhoda.
"Write it to me," said the Mexican girl eagerly. "I must do all business for my modder. Yes. She do not know. She ees ver' poor. But if what Lobarto stole from us is r-recover-red, we shall be reech again. By goodness, yes!"
"In the end," Nan explained to Bess and Grace afterward, "I think we more than half convinced that Mexican girl that it was not her mother's money that dressed Rhoda so nicely."
"How you talk!" exclaimed Rhoda. "I am sorry for that Mex. But, goodness! how mad she was. Just as mad as a lion!"
"'Lion'!" sniffed Bess. "What do you know about lions?"
"We have them about Rose Ranch," said Rhoda, smiling wickedly.
"Oh, never!" squealed Grace.
"Why, lions grow in Africa," said Bess, doubtfully.
"More properly they are pumas, I suppose. But the boys call 'em lions," laughed Rhoda. "Oh, there are a lot of things about Rose Ranch that will surprise you."