“And it's a pity that the Omnibus Way Bag happened to get such a shaking up and banging round already, coming here.”
“Eh?”
“I say,” continued Mrs. Baker, with great gravity and dancing eyes, “that it would be just AWFUL if that keerful city clerk found things kinder mixed up inside when he comes to open it. I wouldn't give him trouble for the world, Charley.”
“No, ma'am, it ain't like you.”
“So you'll be particularly careful on MY account.”
“Mrs. Baker,” said Charley, with infinite gravity, “if that bag SHOULD TUMBLE OFF A DOZEN TIMES between this and Laurel Hill, I'll hop down and pick it up myself.”
“Thank you! shake!”
They shook hands gravely across the window-ledge.
“And you ain't going down with us, Mrs. Baker?”
“Of course not; it wouldn't do,—for I AIN'T HERE,—don't you see?”