faint hint of scorn in Alfred's voice, and his amused statement
in regard to her picture and the name Majesty--something made up
of all these stung Madeline Hammond's pride, alienated her for an
instant, and then stimulated her intelligence, excited her
interest, and made her resolve to learn a little about this
incomprehensible West.

"Majesty, I must run down to the siding," he said, consulting his
watch. "We're loading a shipment of cattle. I'll be back by
supper-time and bring Stillwell with me. You'll like him. Give
me the check for your trunk."

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?"