'Say,' said her father, 'I sail this afternoon for New York, Nina.'
'They said you'd gone, at the hotel.'
'Only my baggage. The Minnehaha clears at five. I guess I want you to come along too. On the voyage we'll get acquainted, and tell each other things.'
'Suppose I say I won't?'
She spoke despotically, as the pampered darling should.
'Then I'll wait for the next boat. But it'll be awkward.'
'Then I'll come. But I've got no things.'
He pushed up the trap-door.
'Driver, Bond Street. And get on to yourself, for goodness' sake! Hurry!'
'You told me not to hurry,' grumbled the cabby.