“Hi ’ave no orders regarding you, ma’am,” declared the footman, slowly. “Mr. Starkweather is at ’is club. The young ladies are hat an evening haffair.”
“But auntie—surely there must be somebody here to welcome me?” said Helen, in more wonder than anger as yet.
“You may come in, Miss,” said the footman at last. “Hi will speak to the ’ousekeeper—though I fear she is abed.”
“But I have the taxicab driver to pay, and my trunk is here,” declared Helen, beginning suddenly to feel very helpless.
The man had opened the grilled door. He gazed down at the cab and shook his head.
“Wait hand see Mrs. Olstrom, first, Miss,” he said.
She stepped in. He closed both doors and chained the inner one. He pointed to a hard seat in a corner of the hall and then stepped softly away upon the thick carpet to the rear of the premises, leaving the girl from Sunset Ranch alone.
This was her welcome to the home of her only relatives, and to the heart of the great city!