“I’m really too tired to go before Thursday. I’ve been around night and day in Lucerne until I’m all worn out.”
“Yes?” said Molly, ramming down shoes into the corners; “well you can rest now, sure.”
“You will engage rooms for me near yours for Thursday, won’t you?”
“I will.”
“I’ll sleep and shop to-morrow, and come on that ten o’clock express Thursday.”
“’Tis settled,” said Molly, slamming down the trunk-lid; “we’ll be at the Insel, and expect you day after to-morrow.”
“What number do you wear?” Rosina asked, as she watched the trunk locked.
“Where,—round my neck or my waist?”
“On your feet?”
“Two-and-a-half.”