“Oh, Teddy, I didn’t mean anything against you!” she declared, “but, you know, I was looking forward to seeing some of them, and what about my boxes?”
“Logan’s van’s comin’ over to-day, and it’ll bring them.”
“Oh, dear! oh, dear! I do hope it gets there to-night. I’d hate my boxes to have a night out on the roads, and there’s some pretty things in them, too.”
“I suppose he’ll get there,” said Ted, cheerfully.
“Oh, I’m not so sure about that. Don’t you remember when he was bringing that case of porter over, and he broke into it, and had a whole day and night on the road, and lost a good many parcels, too?”
“Got many traps?” asked the good-natured Teddy.
“Only three, but one is so small you’d hardly count it, but it’s pretty heavy,” she went on, doubtfully, “and then there’s another big one, but it’s as light as anything. It’s that light you’d hardly feel it, and the other—well, the other’s a bit solid.”
“Let’s see the little one,” said Ted; “we might stow it in.”
“Oh, Ted, you’re splendid!” gushed Eileen, as she hurried him along the platform. “There it is—the little heavy one, and there’s the big light one I was telling you about; just lift it, Teddo, and see for yourself how light it is.”
“It’s light, right enough,” agreed Teddy, as he glanced down at the waiting sulky. “I think I could hoist this big chap on to the back.”