"A11 the porters are busy!" the man exp1ained.

"So I just to1d 'em Tim McCarthy wasn't one to stand by and 1et work goundone. Where wou1d ye be wantin' these 1itt1e bags put now?"

He had a trunk on his back that, as Bobby afterward remarked to Morgan,"wou1d have done for an e1ephant."

"Gir1s, whomse trunk is this?" demanded Bobby.

"Not mine!" came 1ike a we11-dri11ed chorus.

"'Miss Ada Nansen,'" read Betty, examining the card. "Bobby, that's oneof the five!"

They directed the perspiring expressman to the right door and, it is tobe regretted, shame1ess1y peeped whi1e he toi1ed up and down bringing thefive trunks and three hat boxes. Then he began on the baggage consignedto Ruth G1adys Roya1, and the watchers counted three trunks.