“Not a bit,” said Nora, “so long as you kept your head.”
“But there really was no danger, was there, Larry?” insisted Jane.
“None at all, Jane,” said Nora, “I assure you. Larry got rattled when he saw you tear off in that wild fashion, but I knew you would be all right. Come in; breakfast is ready.”
“And so am I,” said Jane. “I haven't been so hungry I don't know when.”
“Why, she's not plain-looking after all,” said Nora to her mother as Jane strode manlike off to her room.
“Plain-looking?” exclaimed her mother. “I never thought her plain-looking. She has that beauty that shines from within, a beauty that never fades, but grows with every passing year.”
A council of war was called by Nora immediately after breakfast, at which plans were discussed for the best employment of the three precious days during which the visitors were to be at the ranch. There were so many things to be done that unless some system were adopted valuable time would be wasted.
“It appears to me, Miss Nora,” said Dr. Brown after a somewhat prolonged discussion, “that to accomplish all the things that you have suggested, and they all seem not only delightful but necessary, we shall require at least a month of diligent application.”
“At the very least,” cried Nora.
“So what are we going to do?” said the doctor.