Midway, they were stopped by a white jacketed steward. “I beg your pardon, Miss,” he addressed Bess, “but are you Miss Sherwood?”
Bess couldn’t find her tongue. Nan spoke up. “I’m Nan Sherwood,” she said, “Is there anything wrong?”
“How many pieces of baggage did you have?” he answered her question with another.
“Two,” Nan answered quickly.
“What were they?”
“A small trunk and a suitcase.”
“The color?” He was making notations on a small slip of paper.
“Brown.”
“Did you have them sent to storage or directly to your cabin?”
“To the cabin.”