"What did he do that for?" Susan could catch the impatient note.
"Dunno! Marse Edward come to dinnah an' he 'low as how he's gwine back wid him."
"How did you get along by yourself?"
"All right!"
"All right! Susan," with sudden brisk energy, "my small trunk is packed, I want you to send it to me."
"Fo' de Lawd," groaned Susan, but her lips were away from the tube.
"I need the dresses; I thought I might, and put them in there, so that if I did—and Susan, wrap my riding-habit up, fold it carefully, and slip the bundle under the trunk-straps."
"Lawd a'mighty!"
"Send it down this evening."