“Come, come, old woman! wake up and get out! the coach stops here to breakfast.”
“Yaw! yaw! I just said how it would be! I know’d it would happen before morning!” said mammy, yawning fearfully and then opening her eyes and exclaiming:
“Oh, dear! why, what’s this? Where is we, to be sure? Oh, I members! This must be Frostville. And now I wonder if them there little red morocky trunks is safe?”
“Yes, yes, nurse, of course they are safe. And now come and do let us get into the hotel as quickly as possible,” said Drusilla, impatiently, for she saw that the people in charge of the stage were vexed at the delay.
“Why, Lor’, honey, is you awake at last? Well, I declare! How sound you did sleep all night, to be sure! and a blessed thing for you, too; but as for me, I couldn’t close my eyes all the whole night, for watching of you, and thinking of them there two little red morocky trunks. I wonder if they is safe,” said mammy, uneasily.
“Yes, yes, blame you! Come, get out! I can’t stop here waiting on you all day,” said the guard, half angrily. And with very little ceremony he bundled the old woman out of the coach.
And then he hoisted an umbrella, and held it over the delicate young invalid as he helped her to alight, and led her across to the private door of the hotel.
Mammy followed, dragging all her belongings, and grumbling:
“I haven’t seen them there little red morocky trunks yet, which it is my private belief that the guards is in league with the highway robbers, same as they say the p’lice is with the burglarians in the towns; and they ’wides spiles, share and share alike, that I do. Goodness knows, one needs to have one’s eyes all around one’s head, and all of ’em wide open all the time, to watch these fellers.”
“Nurse, be quiet. The trunks are safe; or, if they are not, the loss is mine,” said Drusilla.