The Blue Bonnet of yesterday morning would have sat down to the writing of it at once; the Blue Bonnet of to-day dressed and went down to breakfast with a promptness that won her a smile of approval from her grandmother.
After breakfast, there was no time; she was determined not to be late to school that day. But she did write at recess—much to Kitty’s disgust.
“Goodness only knows where you were yesterday at recess, Elizabeth,” she protested, “and to-day you’re—”
“In Texas,” Blue Bonnet finished for her.
“You’re not writing about going back?”
“I am.”
“Elizabeth! When?”
“Not to-day, Kitty. Now do go away—it’s a very important letter; it must go out on the noon train.”
It was not a very coherent letter, and there was not time to make it a long one,—but it brought great pleasure to Mr. Cliff. “Looks like we needn’t put the Blue Bonnet Ranch on the market yet awhile, Joe,” he said, after reading it.
Coming in from school that afternoon, Blue Bonnet met Aunt Lucinda in the hall. “Are you just back?” she asked. “And did you have a pleasant time?”