either Olive nor Frieda had been told anything of Mrs. Simpson's plan
to keep Olive at her ranch as a maid for her niece. There had not been
time to discuss it and Mrs. Simpson had been too busy that morning to
talk to the Indian girl, but regarded the matter as having been entirely
settled with the ranch girls.

"Oh, please, Jack," Frieda cried, her voice trembling, "Laura Post just
told Olive to go into the house at once. She said that as long as Olive
was to be her maid, she did not wish her to be out in the front with her
guests. It wasn't true, was it? She is coming back home with us, isn't
she?"

Jack made no reply. She only looked at Laura Post with a pair of clear,
wide open, grey eyes that held more than a touch of scorn in them.

For once, Mrs. Simpson appeared slightly displeased with her adored
niece. "Laura," she remarked disapprovingly, "I am sorry you spoke in
that way to the Indian girl. Remember I asked her here as your guest. I
have not had time to explain to her that she is to remain as your maid."

"What on earth is all this pow-wow about?" Jean demanded, appearing
suddenly on the scene, swinging a tennis racquet and followed by Harry,
who was usually her shadow. "You look as tragic as the tale of Solomon
Grundy. 'Died on Saturday, buried on Sunday, this was the end of Solomon
Grundy,'" Jean chanted in mournful tones. "Who are you trying to get rid
of, at present?"

"No one, Jean," Mrs. Simpson replied. "I was only speaking to Laura of
the Indian girl's remaining here as her maid. I will go now and tell the
girl about it myself."

Jean caught hold of Aunt Sallie's ample skirts. "Not so quickly,
please, Aunt Sallie," she urged, while she looked pleadingly at Jack.
"We are not sure that we can give up Olive to you. You must not be
angry, for you know we did find her first and we have the first right to
her."

"But I have got to have some one to wait on me," Laura broke in
pettishly. "I can't button my own shoes and comb my hair, and Auntie
promised me this girl for my maid."

"Never mind, dear," Mrs. Simpson returned soothingly. "It is all
settled, Jean and Jack can't possibly be so foolish as to attempt to
keep this girl at Rainbow Lodge."

"Oh, yes, we can, Aunt Sallie," Jack answered, sweetly but firmly. "I
have been wanting to talk to you alone, but I haven't had a chance. I
have thought things all over and though we do not wish Olive for a
servant at Rainbow Lodge, we do want her for an