Then the expressman looked very wise at Grey, remarking musingly, "A big 'oman with a big trunk, eh?"
"Yes, a pretty fine-looking woman, too."
"Purty cranky?"
"Yes."
"And steps purty high wid a long sthride?"
"Exactly."
"'N has clothes that stand up sthiff wid starch 'n silk 'n the makin'?"
"The very same," said Grey anxiously.
"I didn't move her," said the expressman, shaking his head solemnly.
Grey felt like "giving him one," as he said in his reports, but repressed himself and said pleasantly that he was sorry he had troubled him, and turned to go away, knowing this would unloosen his companion's tongue, if anything would.