“I wonder if he thinks we are cabbages,” was Bee’s indignant exclamation as he turned his back upon them.
“Apparently,” said Charlie, coming a little out of his sullenness. “Look here, you girls, get into this omnibus—happily we’ve got an omnibus—with the little things, while I go to the Custom House to get the luggage through.”
“Betty, you get in,” said Bee. “I will go with you, Charlie, for I have got mamma’s keys.”
“Can’t you give them to me?” Charlie cast a gloomy look about, thinking that Leigh might perhaps be somewhere awaiting a word, a thought which now for the first time traversed Bee’s mind, too.
“Then, Betty, you had better go with him, for he doesn’t know half the boxes,” she said.
“Oh, you can come yourself if you like,” said Charlie, feeling in that case that this was the safest arrangement after all.
“No, Betty had better go. Betty, you know Moulsey’s box and that new basket that mamma brought me before we left the Baths.”
“Come along yourself, quick, Bee.”
“No, I shall stop in the omnibus.”
“When you have made up your minds,” cried Betty, who had slipped out of the vehicle at the first word. Betty thought it would be more fun to go through the Custom House than to wait all the time cooped up here.