That child was a-standing in the open door, watching the men pile the trunks on the wagon.
"Mamma," she called out, as the man drove away, "I'm sure they have left a trunk, for I counted, and there was only nineteen."
E. E. ran to the foot of the stairs.
"Dempster, Dempster!"
Down came Dempster, looking hot and worried.
E. E. called out:
"Do stop the wagon, something is left."
Dempster ran into the street, stopped the man, and stood in the hot sun counting over the trunks. His face was in a blaze when he came back.
"It's all right," says he, "twenty of them, full count. Come, get into the carriage."
E. E. moved forward a step or two, then halted.