“Just follow me,” Lefty replied gruffly. “Our butler ain’t workin’ today.”
Mr. Postil and Mr. Grimes, apparently old friends, lingered in the courtyard for a few minutes while Connie took Helena to her bedchamber.
“Only one room?” the girl asked in surprise. “And no private bath?”
“I’m afraid not,” Connie said politely. “This isn’t a very luxurious place, of course. It’s merely a ranch.”
“I can see that,” Helena murmured dryly.
A flush of anger spread over Connie’s face. Offering no reply she quickly left the girl alone.
“Wrangling dudes isn’t going to be quite as great a pleasure as I expected,” she thought grimly. “I’ve never seen such a spoiled girl in all my life. And Cecil is just like her, too!”
Connie found it a relief to talk with Mr. Grimes and Mr. Postil. They both seemed well pleased with Rainbow Ranch and assured her that they would not mind a few inconveniences.
“It will do my son and daughter good to rough it for a few weeks,” the railroad man declared. “Life has always been too easy for them.”
Connie quite agreed with Mr. Grimes before the day was ended. Helena spent nearly all of her time sulking while Cecil annoyed the cowboys by asking ridiculous questions and trying to let them know that he considered them as menials whose sole function was to serve him.