Blue Bonnets Ranch Party

CHAPTER I THE WANDERER BLUE BONNET put her head out of the car window for the hundredth time that hour, and drew it back with a sigh of utter exasperation. Uncle Cliff, she declared impatiently, if The Wanderer doesnt move a little faster i'll simply have to get out and push Better blame the engine, Honey, said Uncle Cliff in his stow, soothing way. Tha Wanderer is doing her best. Might as well blame the wagon for not making the horses gallop I know, she confessed. But it seems as if wed never get to Woodford. This is the Iongest- seeming journey I ever took- even if it is in a private car, Then, fearing to appear inappreciative, she added quicuy But I do think it is mighty good of Mr. Maldon to let us take his very own car. I can just see the We ara Sevens eyes pop right out when they see this style of travelling. Blue Bonnets own eyes roamed over the luxurious interior of The Wanderer, dwelling with approval on tha big, swinging easy chairs, the book-case cupningly set in just over a writing-desk, the buffet shining with cut glass and silver, and the thousand and one details that made the car a veritable palace on wheels. Blue Bonnet had been spending a few days in New York with her uncle, who had insisted that she should have a little lark after her long months in school. Now, in a private car belonging to one of Uncle Cliffs friends, they were on their way back to Woodford, there to gather up Grandmother Clyde, Alec Trent, and the other six of Blue Bonnets We are Seven Club, and bear them off to Texas for the summer....