“Yes, ma’am; you may trust me for that,” answered the boy, very earnestly.
“And Leo, mind, go to the office every day; and if you find letters for me, put them in the directed and stamped envelopes I gave you, and post them with your own hand—do you hear?”
“Yes, ma’am, and will be sure to remember,” said Leo, almost weeping.
She shook hands with her servant, and sent her love by him to Pina, and bade him good-bye.
In another moment Drusilla and her attendant were in the coach—the only passengers there.
Drusilla sat reclining in the corner of the back seat, but mammy, who had not yet seated herself, was fussing about, stowing away such portable luggage as they had brought in their hands.
“There, honey!” she said, as she placed a carpet bag in the other corner of the seat, where her lady sat, and spread a soft shawl doubled over it, “there, that will be a tolerable pillow for you when you want to lay down. And here’s another shawl that’ll do to spread over you. And I reckon I might’s well take the lunching basket and umberella on to the seat with me. And, dear knows, it looks as if we was agoing to have all the coach to ourselves, any way; so we had no call to pay for so many seats we might a had for nothing.”
While mammy rambled on in this manner, apparently for no other purpose than the pleasure of hearing the sound of her own voice, Drusilla sat gazing out of the window at her own pretty little carriage, with her faithful boy perched upon the coachman’s seat. Poor Leo was waiting to see his beloved mistress off before leaving the spot.
“And now let me see—whar shall I put this ’ere bundle so I won’t forget it? And here, ma’am, you better take this purty little reticule o’ yours in with you, ’cause——”
“Nurse,” said Drusilla, drawing in her head, “you had better sit down and be still. The coach is about to start.”