Think of having no
telephone bell to answer!"
The next morning a letter came to Mr. Littell from Mr. Gordon,
thanking him warmly for his kindness to Betty, containing the
assurance of the writer's lasting gratitude, and asking him if he and
his wife would oversee her preparations for the journey, help her
engage a berth, and start her on her way. A generous check was
enclosed, and Mrs. Littell and the girls immediately set about
helping Betty do the necessary shopping, while Mr. Littell engaged
her reservations on the Western Limited. She had decided to leave the
following Wednesday, and when Bob came out to spend the week-end, he
immediately announced his intention of going too.
"I figure out Flame City is the nearest station to my aunt's old
place. I have enough money saved now, and there's no reason why I
should stay on here. Hurrah for Oklahoma!"
The preparations went forward merrily after that, and Wednesday
found Betty on the Western Limited, bound for Flame City. What
happened to her there and her experience in the great oil fields will
be told in another volume to be called, "Betty Gordon in the Land of
Oil; or, The Farm That Was Worth a Fortune."
Bobby insisted that they make the week-end at Fairfields a farewell
celebration to be remembered, and the six young people managed to get
the maximum of enjoyment out of every hour.
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