“Maybe somebody that we know, or our fathers know, knows somebody else who has a private car bound for Wyoming,” suggested Isabel, meditatively. “I’m sure I don’t see why you girls should laugh at that. It might happen.”
“And then again it mightn’t,” Ted put in vigorously. “I only wish that we knew a good way to earn our fares outright without asking any one’s help. Maybe if we did our best, girls, we could. Don’t you think so, Miss Murray? I know that we could get some portion of the expense money at home, of course. A hundred each doesn’t seem much for a lot of girls like us. I think it is very, very cheap.”
“Well, ladybird, just you wait till we try to earn it,” protested Sue. “My hair begins to feel gray along the edges just thinking about it. Show us some of your snap-shots, please, Miss Murray, just to keep up our courage.”
Jean smiled, and got out her home pictures for their inspection.
“This is our Peggie girl, with her pets around her,” she explained.
“Oh, they’re sheep,” cried the girls.
“Lambs. They were born early in the spring, and father was afraid they would die, so Don brought them down to the house, and gave them to Peggie.”
“Where was their mother?”
“She died, Polly. Peggie had to mother them, and they are still home pets. She calls them Punch and Judy.”
“What funny pets,” Ruth remarked, in her grave, speculative way, looking up through her spectacles at them.