We were to start from Tish’s at dawn on Tuesday morning. Modestine’s former owner had agreed to bring him at that hour to the alley behind Tish’s apartment. On Monday Aggie and I sent over what we felt we could not get along without, and about five we both arrived.
Tish was sitting on the floor, with luggage scattered all round her and heaped on the chairs and bed.
She looked up witheringly when we entered.
“You forgot your opera cloak, Lizzie,” she said, “and Aggie has only sent five pairs of shoes!”
“I’ve got to have shoes,” Aggie protested.
“If you’ve got to have five pairs of shoes, six white petticoats, summer underwear, intermediates and flannels, a bathrobe, six bath towels and a sunshade, not to mention other things, you want an elephant, not a donkey.”
“Why do we have a donkey?” I asked. “Why don’t we have a horse and buggy, and go like Christians?”
“Because you and Aggie wouldn’t walk if we did,” snapped Tish. “I know you both. You’d have rheumatism or a corn and you’d take your walking trip sitting. Besides, we may not always keep to the roads. I’d like to go up into the mountains.”
Well, Tish was disagreeable, but right. As it turned out the donkey, being small, could only carry the sleeping-bags, our portable stove and the provisions. We each were obliged to pack a suitcase and carry that.
We started at dawn the next day. Hannah came down to the alley and didn’t think much of Modestine. By the time he was loaded a small crowd had gathered, and when we finally started off, Tish ahead with Modestine’s bridle over her arm and Aggie and I behind with our suitcases, a sort of cheer went up. It was, however, an orderly leave-taking, perhaps owing to the fact that Tish’s rifle was packed in full view on Modestine’s back.