“Yes, ma’am, so I will, soon’s ever I find a convenient place for these gum shoes in case we have to get out in the wet, ’cause you see, honey—”
The sudden starting of the coach stopped mammy’s oration short by jerking her forward upon her hands and knees.
“Lor’ a massy upon me! This is a pretty beginning, isn’t it now? if it’s all agoing to be like this!” grumbled mammy, as she gathered herself up, and reeled to and fro with the swinging action of the coach before she could recover her equilibrium and take her seat.
Drusilla, who was looking out of the window, and waving her hand in a last adieu to her poor devoted servant, did not perceive mammy’s summersault or her complaints.
The coach swung on at a fearful rate until it reached Fourteenth street, where it stopped at the great hotel there.
“I s’pects here’s where they’re gwine to pick up the other passenger, which sorry enough am I for it as anybody else should be intruding upon us,” said mammy, folding her arms and sitting up as if she had been in her own private equipage.
But Drusilla lay back in her corner, not even caring enough about her unknown fellow-passenger to turn her eyes towards the sidewalk.
A tall young man, wrapped in a dark cloak, with its collar turned up around his face, and wearing a cap pulled low over his brow, came out of the hotel, followed by a porter with some luggage.
The luggage was put into the boot behind. The young man climbed up on top.
“Oh, a outside passenger, after all, thank goodness,” said mammy, reposing herself cautiously back upon the cushions to avoid another jar as the horses started.