“You have all the modern conveniences,” he said. “You’ll find as nice showers as in any hotel in Denver!”
The girls got out of the machine and followed their guides to the main cabin. Mr. and Mrs. Hilton, the rancher and his wife, were waiting for them.
“Bob and Art found you all right, did they?” asked Mrs. Hilton, cordially. Her smile was so frank and her manner so engaging that the girls felt immediately at home.
“Yes, indeed; everything was fine!” replied Ethel.
The Hiltons showed them the buildings, assigning to them their two cabins. Each contained four cots—quarters for four girls.
“And now I’ll leave you to get settled,” said Mrs. Hilton. “Supper is at six o’clock, but if you are ready early, come over to the cabin and meet the other people.”
When she had withdrawn, the scouts began to discuss how they should divide. Since it did not seem to make any particular difference to any of them, they finally decided to draw lots. Marjorie, Lily, Daisy and Alice were to be together in one cabin; Ethel, Mae, Florence and Doris in the other.
Accustomed to doing things quickly after their long training at boarding school, they soon had their suit-cases unpacked, and their things in order. Lily, as usual, was the slowest in dressing, and long before she had finished, the others had all gathered in her cabin.
“I certainly am anxious to see the dudes, as Bob called them,” said Ethel, seating herself on one end of a cot. “Do you suppose they are men and girls both?”
“I don’t know,” replied Marjorie. “Bob didn’t say, did he?”