or Miss Hope the check for twenty-five thousand
dollars he had given her the day before, and the larger check she had
received that morning.

"We're rich, Sister, rich!" said Miss Charity, drying the dinner
dishes and so overcome that she dropped a china cup which crashed
into tiny pieces on the floor.

"Well, don't break all the dishes," advised Miss Hope, with dry
practicality. "You can't buy a pretty cup in Flame City if you are a
millionaire."

Bob's head was full of plans for his education, and in the days that
followed he often spoke of his future. Mr. Gordon listened and
advised him frequently, and Bob grew fonder of him all the time.

Clover was brought back from the Flame City stable where Betty had
left her, and they resumed their riding, Mr. Gordon hiring a horse
and often accompanying them.

"You know, the aunts have never seen the oil fields," said Betty one
day, as they were slowly riding home from the fields where they had
seen the largest new well in operation for the first time. "Don't
you think they would be interested, especially as their own farm will
be an oil field next year?"

"We'll take them on a sightseeing trip," promised Mr. Gordon
instantly. "If I can get a comfortable car, I'll come for you all
to-morrow morning. They'll enjoy having dinner at the bunk house, and
we'll show them the workings of the whole place. Imagine a person who
has lived in this oil country and hasn't seen a well!"

The program was carried out, and the Misses Saunders thoroughly
enjoyed the long day spent among the wells. They thought the
machinery wonderful, as indeed it was, and marveled at the miles of
pipe line.

Grandma Watterby, as might be expected, was delighted with the turn
of events, and Betty and Bob spent a day with her, telling her all
that had happened.

"It's better than a book," she sighed contentedly. "If Emma would
only go around more, I'm sure she could find interesting things to
tell me. 'Fore I was crippled with rheumatism, I used to know all
that was goin' on."

The Watterbys had bought a car, and Bob was eager for his aunts to
have one. They preferred to wait until it was decided where they
were to spend the winter, and in this Mr. Gordon concurred. He had
been made, at the request of the two old ladies and backed by the old
country lawyer who had known their father, the guardian of Bob, who
would not inherit his share of the ninety thousand dollars, of
course, until he was twenty-