"Goodness!" cried the Unwiseman. "I hope there don't anybody find out I've got all that with me. I'd be afraid to go to sleep for fear somebody'd rob me."
"But how—how are you going to get to London?" asked Mollie anxiously. "It's too far to walk."
"O I'll get there," said the Unwiseman.
"He'll probably get a hitch on the cow-catcher," suggested Whistlebinkie.
"Don't you worry," laughed the Unwiseman. "It'll be all right, only—" here he paused and looked about him to make sure that no one was listening. "Only," he whispered, "I wish somebody would carry my carpet-bag. It's a pretty big one as you can see, and I might—I don't say I would—but I might have trouble getting to London if I had to carry it."
"I'll be very glad to take care of it," said Mollie. "Should I have it checked or take it with me in the train?"
"Better take it with you," said the Unwiseman. "I haven't any key and some of these railway people might open it and eat up all my supplies."
"Very well," said Mollie. "I'll see that it's put in the train and I won't take my eyes off it all the way up to London."
So the little party went up to the hotel. The Unwiseman's carpet-bag was placed with the other luggage, and the family went in to luncheon leaving the Unwiseman to his own devices. When they came out the old fellow was nowhere to be seen and Mollie, much worried about him boarded the train. Her father helped her with the carpet-bag, the train-door was closed, the conductor came for the tickets and with a loud clanging of bells the train started for London. It was an interesting trip but poor little Mollie did not enjoy it very much. She was so worried to think of the Unwiseman all alone in England trying some new patent way of his own for getting over so many miles from Liverpool to the capital of the British Empire.
"We didn't even tell him the name of our hotel, Whistlebinkie," she whispered to her companion. "How will he ever find us again in this big place."