ant;
she consoled her conscience by reflecting that there was no untruth in
her words. Although Mr. Keene had sent never a word or sign to Aguilar,
it was measurably certain that he remembered his obligations.

"It'd just about kill that child to find out the truth," thought Jane.
"She looks, anyhow, like she hadn't a friend on earth! I'm going to let
her think the money comes as regular as clockwork! I d' know but I'm
real glad he don't send it. Makes me feel closer to the little thing,
somehow."

After a while the broken arm was pronounced whole again, and the sling
was taken off.

"You're all right now," said the doctor to Lola, "and you must run
out-of-doors and get some Colorado tan on your cheeks. _Sabe?_ And eat
more. Get up an appetite. How do you say that in Spanish? _Tener buen
diente_, eh? All right. See you do it."

Lola stood at his knee, solemn and mute. She took his jests with an air
of formal courtesy, barely smiling. She had a queer little
half-civilized look in the neat pigtails which Jane considered
appropriate to her age, and which were so tightly braided as fairly to
draw up the girl's eyebrows. The emerald _fajas_ had been laid by. To
garland that viny strip in Lola's locks was beyond Jane's power.

"What a little icicle it is!" mused the doctor. "If I had taken a thorn
from a dog's foot the creature would have been more grateful!"

Even as he was thinking this, he felt a sudden pressure upon his hand.
Lola had seized it and was kissing the big fingers passionately, while
she cried, "_Gracias! mil gracias, senor!_ You have made me well! When
my papa comes he will bless you! He will pour gold over you from head
to foot!"

"That's all right, Lola," laughed the doctor. "He'll have to thank Miss
Jane more than me. She pulled you through. Have you thanked _her_ yet,
Lola?"

Lola's face stiffened. "But for her I should not have been tramped by
the cattle--I should have been safe in my father's wagon!" she thought.
"I--have not, but I will--soon," she said. "And your housekeeper, too,
for the ice-cream, and other things."

Jane, in succeeding days, took high comfort in the fact that Lola
seemed to like being out-of-doors, and apparently amused herself there
much after the fashion of ordinary children. She had established
herself over by the ditch, and Jane could see her fetching water in a
can and mixing it with a queer kind of adobe which she got half-way up
the hill. That Lola should be enga