"This is what dad would call a man-sized job, I reckon." She pulled up in the white-lighted trail and stared along the empty, sagging-roofed sheds and stables, and at the corral with its open gate and warped rails and leaning posts.

"I'll just about have to rob a bank,--or write a book that will make me famous." She touched Pard with a rein end and went on slowly.

"Robbing a bank would be the quickest and easiest," she decided whimsically, as she neared the place where she always sheltered Pard.

"But not so ladylike.

I guess I'll write a book.