She went into the little bedroom and, taking up her bag, she got out a number of checks.
“Six! Six trunks!” he exclaimed. “Well, I’m very glad you intend to stay awhile. Say, Majesty, it will take me as long to realize who you really are as it’ll take to break you of being a tenderfoot. I hope you packed a riding-suit. If not you’ll have to wear trousers! You’ll have to do that, anyway, when we go up in the mountains.”
“No!”
“You sure will, as Florence says.”
“We shall see about that. I don’t know what’s in the trunks. I never pack anything. My dear brother, what do I have maids for?”
“How did it come that you didn’t travel with a maid?”
“I wanted to be alone. But don’t you worry. I shall be able to look after myself. I dare say it will be good for me.”
She went to the gate with him.
“What a shaggy, dusty horse! He’s wild, too. Do you let him stand that way without being haltered? I should think he would run off.”
“Tenderfoot! You’ll be great fun, Majesty, especially for the cowboys.”