It didn't take them long to find Betsy who looks up as they enter and smiles. "Well hello, Mister Lane, whose this?" She asks, it was immediately apparent that she was Eleanor's daughter. Betsy looked like a younger version less the pounds one acquired from giving birth more than a few times. She had a bright smile that shone all the brighter under her long blonde hair and she offers a hand. "I'm Betsy one of the maids, you must be the new chef?" Then she turns and calls out. "Oi, Ruth, come meet the new chef!"