Both expressed themselves as delighted with their room, much to the
gratification of their host. The broncho boys found quarters in the
spacious second floor, which had as many rooms as the average hotel.
"Well, what do you think of Colonel Billings now?" Ted asked of Stella,
when they met on the broad lawn in front of the ranch house after they
had seen their rooms.
Stella simply shook her head.
"What do you mean by that?" asked Ted. "That you don't know, or that you
don't care to say?"
"I can't tell you yet, Ted. I like him somehow for his genial ways, and
yet something tells me to beware."
"Well, I'd sooner trust your intuition than my judgment. I'll keep an
eye on him. And--yet, I feel the same as you in a way. But I hate to
distrust any one."
"I know you do, Ted, and that is why you get fooled on some people
sometimes."
"But not on all people all the time?"
"That's it."
"Then what does one's first impression amount to, anyway?"
"Not much, unless they can make good a good first impression.
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