"And what about the trunks?" suggested Miss Bradbury, indicating the generous pile that adorned the platform. "We must have some of them to-night."
"Well, if you was to make it worth my while I'd do my haulin' to-morrer, an' take them there trunks up fer you," said the driver.
"What do you ask?" inquired Miss Bradbury, inwardly resolved to meet any demand.
"Guess I'd have to charge you a dollar and a-half," said the man, eyeing Miss Bradbury dubiously out of the shadow of his very long nose.
Miss Bradbury gave a soft chuckle, though her face remained grave. She glanced at the six trunks which had come with them and said: "That's a bargain."
"Couldn't Bob and I ride over with him, Aunt Keren?" asked Happie.
"I'm afraid it would prove a springless and tiresome drive, Happie," said Miss Keren. "But I've no other objection, if your friend here has none—Mr.—Mr.——"
"Shale, Jake Shale," supplemented the man. "I don't mind; I kinder like comp'ny."
He loaded the trunks on his wagon, and Happie clambered up beside him, while Bob adorned the top of the smallest trunk.
"I hope you will send this Pete after us soon," said Miss Bradbury as she saw Mrs. Scollard press her fingers into her throbbing temples.