“All right!” said Dick, “I will go and have our luggage taken off this one.”
“Thank Heaven, we are going to lose our fellow-passengers!” exclaimed Drusilla.
“I thanks Heaven, too, for that same. But long’s that young man’s gwine to have his luggidge took off I must go and see that he don’t get hold of them there two little red morocky trunks,” said mammy, starting off for the door.
“Indeed you shall do no such thing,” said Drusilla, laying hold of her.
“But why musn’t I then?”
“Because in the first place the trunks are in no sort of danger. Gentlemen are not thieves.”
“Oh, indeed!”
“And in the second place, I would rather lose the whole of our luggage than have that gentleman recognize you, as I believe he fortunately failed to do last night. Sit down and keep quiet. I insist upon it, nurse!”
The old woman dropped down into a chair, grumbling.
“And I’d like to know what we is to do if them there two little red morocky trunks is lost or stolen!”