“By George, Rosina, I don’t believe I ever was as mad as this in all my life before!”
She sighed.
“I don’t mind anything,” she said sadly.
“You ought to mind getting to Zurich at eight o’clock instead of half-past two; there’s quite a little difference.”
“I don’t mind,” she repeated.
“Well, I do,” said Jack. After a pause of stormy thought he unclenched his fist and said, “I bet I get even for this some day, but just at present I think that I’ll go to sleep again.”
Which he did forthwith.
About noon they came to Lindau on the Bodensee. Rosina shivered and felt sick, because Constance lay upon the further side. The train did not run beyond Lindau and a change was necessary. The change revealed the fact that there was a custom-house at that point. An unexpected custom-house is one of the worst features of continental travel; but the officials of Lindau were delightful, drew chalk circles on everything, and sent every one upon their way rejoicing. Our party went around the little station and were halted by a guard with the common greeting:
“Wo fahren Sie hin?”
“Zurich,” Jack answered, hauling out his tickets.