“Sure I do. Want me to say anything in particular?”
“The truth, nothing but the truth,” she advised. “Elfreda, shall we shoulder our household belongings and move to our Pullman?”
“I suppose so, but, my dear, I am bitterly disappointed that you didn’t permit the M. P. to break the door in,” complained J. Elfreda.
“You may well be thankful that he did not. We are on the way to enough trouble as it is. Won, will you carry some of our gear?”
“Let the Chink go. We men will take care of the stuff,” spoke up an M. P.
Grace thanked the soldier and also shook hands with Won, then leaning forward she whispered in his ear, “Watch the plidgins and tell me.” Grace heard him chuckle and knew that it was all right. Elfreda demanded to know what she was doing, but Grace merely laughed and started on after the military police, who were carrying their equipment.
The lorry proved to be a most comfortable place, though the girls knew they would be somewhat cramped for room. Several cases of supplies were removed by the men and stowed forward back of the driver’s seat. Two pairs of blankets were produced, which Grace was quite certain had been hooked from another truck, and dumped into their sleeping place.
“I reckon that’s all we can do for you to-night,” announced the M. P. “Sorry we can’t do more.”
“You have done quite enough and we are grateful,” replied Grace earnestly. “I know we shall have a fine night’s sleep in our—”
“Rolling bedroom,” finished Elfreda.