But mammy was not in a very compliant humor. She ran splashing through slop and mire, and burst into the bar-room, exclaiming:
“Oh, do, kind gentlemen, some of you come out and see if them there two little red morocky trunks of the madam’s is all right.”
The company around the fire stared at her in astonishment and ridicule.
But Dick, the most good-natured of all creatures, took up a light and followed her.
“Here, sir,” she said, leading the way to the boot, “just you pull apart these here flaps and hold the light so I can peep in and see.”
Dick laughingly complied with her request.
“Yes, there they is, thank goodness, safe as yet. Thanky’ sir. Now I’ll get in the coach, please,” she said, with a courtesy as she returned to the side of her charge.
“Is it raining?” inquired Drusilla.
“No, honey, but black as Beelzebub; so it must come down heavy enough afore long. And now, honey, while them there men is all out’n the way let me make you comfortable for the night. You come over on this middle seat while I make you a bed on the back one.”
Drusilla complied, for she was very, very weary with sitting up so long.