{"product_id":"2940013562158","title":"Ruth Fielding In the Saddle OR COLLEGE GIRLS IN THE LAND OF GOLD","description":"RUTH FIELDING IN THE SADDLE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I—WHAT IS COMING\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Will you do it?” asked the eager, black-eyed girl sitting on the deep\u003cbr\u003ewindow shelf.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“If Mr. Hammond says the synopsis of the picture is all right, I’ll go.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Oh, Ruthie! It would be just—just scrumptious!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“_We’ll_ go, Helen—just as we agreed last week,” said her chum, laughing\u003cbr\u003ehappily.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It will be great! great!” murmured Helen Cameron, her hands clasped in\u003cbr\u003eblissful anticipation. “Right into the ‘wild and woolly.’ Dear me, Ruth\u003cbr\u003eFielding, we _do_ have the nicest times—you and I!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You needn’t overlook me,” grumbled the third and rather plump freshman\u003cbr\u003ewho occupied the most comfortable chair in the chums’ study in Dare\u003cbr\u003eHall.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“That would be rather—er—impossible, wouldn’t it, Heavy?” suggested\u003cbr\u003eHelen Cameron, rolling her black eyes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJennie Stone made a face like a street gamin, but otherwise ignored\u003cbr\u003eHelen’s cruel suggestion. “I’d rather register joy, too——Oh, yes, I’m\u003cbr\u003egoing with you; have written home about it. Have to tell Aunt Kate\u003cbr\u003eahead, you know. Yes, I’d register joy, if it weren’t for one thing that\u003cbr\u003eI see looming before us.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What’s that, honey?” asked Ruth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The horseback ride from Yucca into the Hualapai Range seems like a\u003cbr\u003edoubtful equation to me.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Don’t you mean ‘doubtful equestrianism’?” put in the black-eyed girl\u003cbr\u003ewith a chuckle.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Perhaps I do,” sighed Jennie. “You know, I’m a regular sailor on\u003cbr\u003ehorseback.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You should have taken it up when we were all at Silver Ranch with Ann\u003cbr\u003eHicks,” Ruth said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Oh, say not so!” begged Jennie Stone lugubriously. “What I should have\u003cbr\u003edone in the past has nothing to do with this coming summer. I groan to\u003cbr\u003ethink of what I shall have to endure.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Who will do the groaning for the horse that has to carry you, Heavy?”\u003cbr\u003einterposed the irrepressible Helen, giving her the old nickname that\u003cbr\u003eJennie Stone now scarcely deserved.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Never mind. Let the horse do his own worrying,” was the placid reply.\u003cbr\u003eThe temper of the well nourished girl was not easily ruffled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Why, Jennie, _think!_” ejaculated Helen, suddenly turned brisk and\u003cbr\u003espringing down from the window seat. “It will be just the jaunt for you.\u003cbr\u003eThe physical culturists claim there is nothing so good for reducing\u003cbr\u003eflesh and helping one’s poor, sluggish liver as horseback riding.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Say!” drawled the other girl, her nose tilted at a scornful angle,\u003cbr\u003e“those people say a lot more than their prayers—believe me! Most\u003cbr\u003ephysical culturists have never ridden any kind of horse in their lives\u003cbr\u003ebut a hobbyhorse—and they still ride _that_ when they are senile.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRuth applauded. “A Daniel come to judgment!” she cried.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Huh!” sniffed Jennie, suspiciously. “What does that mean?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I—I don’t just know myself,” confessed Ruth. “But it sounds good—and\u003cbr\u003eDr. Milroth used it this morning in chapel, so it must be all right.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Anything that our revered dean says goes big with me, I confess,” said\u003cbr\u003eJennie. “Oh, girls! isn’t she just a dear?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“And hasn’t Ardmore been just the delightsomest place for nine months?”\u003cbr\u003ecried Helen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Even better than Briarwood,” agreed Ruth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“That sounds almost sacrilegious,” Helen observed. “I don’t know about\u003cbr\u003eany place being finer than old Briarwood.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“There’s Ann!” cried Ruth in a tone that made both the others jump.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Where? Where?” demanded Helen, whirling about to look out of the window\u003cbr\u003eagain. The window gave a broad view of the lower slope of College Hill\u003cbr\u003eand the expanse of Lake Remona. Dusk was just dropping, for the time was\u003cbr\u003eafter dinner; but objects were still to be clearly observed. “Where’s\u003cbr\u003eJane Ann Hicks?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Just completing her full course at Briarwood Hall,” Ruth explained\u003cbr\u003edemurely. “She will go to Montana, of course. But if I write her I know\u003cbr\u003eshe’ll join us at Yucca just for the fun of the ride.”","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47079577911536,"sku":"2940013562158","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013562158_p0.jpg?v=1763582981","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013562158","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}