“It is a pretty late evening, sir, I thank you, sir,” said Lucy.
“Yes, sir, I think it is,” said Miss Anne. “Is there any news to-night, sir?”
“No, sir,—not but a few, sir,” said Lucy.
Lucy looked pretty sober while this dialogue lasted; but Miss Anne could not refrain from laughing aloud at Lucy’s appearance and expressions, and Lucy turned round, and appeared to be going away.
“Can’t you stop longer, sir?” said Miss Anne.
“No, sir,” said Lucy. “I only wanted to ask you which is the way to London.”
Just at this moment, Lucy heard Royal’s voice in the back entry, asking Joanna if she knew what had become of his cap; and immediately she started to run back and give it to him. Finding, however, that she could not get along fast enough with the umbrella, she dropped it upon the floor, and ran along without it, calling out,
“Royal! Royal! here; come here, and look at me.”
“Now I should like to know, Miss Lucy,” said Royal, as soon as she came in sight, “who authorized you to take off my cap?”
“I’m a traveller,” said Lucy.