These orders and remarks, fired in rapid succession, were interrupted to her great annoyance by the driver of the hansom cab, who, impatient at the delay, had touched his horse lightly with the whip, bringing the big wheels to a stop in front of the huge trunk which Kitty was anathematizing.
“Go on wid ye! Drive on, I tell ye!” she cried, opening fire on the driver.
“Gentleman wants to—”
“Well, I don't care what the gentleman wants. This stuff's got to go aboard that wagon.”
Here the passenger's head was thrust forward.
“Can you—”
“Yes, of course I can, and glad to, no matter what it is—but not this minute. Don't ye see what I'm up against?”
The hansom was backed its full length, the passenger watching Kitty's movements with evident amusement.
Two strong hands, one Kitty's and the other John's—mostly John's—lifted the chicken-coop of a trunk bodily, rested it for an instant on the forward wheel, and with another “all together” jerk sent it rolling into the wagon. This completed the loading.
The passenger craned his head again.