"Yes, we've got a windmill," nodded Mr. Hartley.
"I love windmills," exulted Cordelia.
"So does Genevieve," observed Mr. Hartley, raising his eyebrows a little.
Only Cordelia noticed the odd smile he gave as he spoke, and she did not know what it meant. Later, however, she remembered it. She was too much excited now to think of anything but the fact that the Six Star Ranch was so near.
Bertha craned her neck to look ahead.
"Only think, we haven't passed a house, not a house since we left Bolo," she cried.
Mr. Hartley smiled.
"You see, Miss Bertha, Bolo, eighteen miles away, is our nearest neighbor; and you'll have to go even farther than that in any other direction to strike another neighbor."
"My stars!" gasped Bertha. "How awful lonesome it must be, Mr. Hartley."
"Anyhow, you can't be much bothered with neighbors running in to borrow two eggs and a little soda, can you?" giggled Tilly.