Upon arriving there, she thanked the girl by a smile, closed the door, and, throwing herself on her bed, was soon buried in sweet and wholesome slumber.
[CHAPTER VII.]
CLEARING UP A MISTAKE.
That evening, when some of the custom-house officials and some of the guests of the hotel were sitting tipped back in chairs in the smoking-room, the assistant inspector said to the inspector, who had just come in, "I couldn't make anything of your deaf and dumb kid, Jack."
"What deaf and dumb kid?" asked Jack, seating himself, and drawing out his cigar case.
"That young one with the bundle."
"She ain't deaf and dumb. Her tongue's hung as limber as yours."
"Well, I swan!" said the assistant inspector, blankly, and, as he spoke, he brought his chair down on its four legs, and gazed about the room with an expression of such utter helplessness that the other men broke into a roar of laughter.