Betty Gordon at Boarding School; Or, The Treasure of Indian Chasm

Me make you velly nice apple tart, Miss Betty. The Chinese cook flourished his rolling pin with one hand and swung his apron viciously with the other as he held open the screen door and swept out some imaginary flies. Lee Chang, cook for the bunk house in the oil fields, could do several things at one time, as he had frequently proved. The girl, who was watching a wiry little bay horse contentedly crop grass that grew In straggling whisps about the fence posts, looked up and showed an even row of white teeth as she smiled. I dont think we re going to stay for dinner to-day, she said half regretfully. I know your apple tarts, Lee Chang they are delicious. The fat Chinaman closed the screen door and went on with his pastry making.(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don\'t occur in the book.)About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books\' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the aged text. Read books online for free at www.forgottenbooks.org
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