They were wise enough to attempt no excuse or explanation, and in Jane's presence they felt cribbed, cabined and confined in the use of such vocabulary as they were wont to consider appropriate to the circumstances, and in which they prided themselves as being adequately expert.

A small triumphal procession convoyed the trunk to the motor, Jane leading as was fitting, Larry and Mr.Wakeham forming the rear guard.

The main body consisted of the porter, together with the baggage man, who, under a flagellating sense of his incompetence, was so moved from his wonted attitude of haughty indifference as to the fate of a piece of baggage committed to his care when once he had contemptuously hurled it forth from the open door of his car as to personally aid in conducting by the unusual and humiliating process of actually handling this particular bit of baggage down a steep and gravelly bank and over a wire fence and into a motor car.
"Jane's a wonder," confided Larry to Mr.Wakeham.
"She sure is," said that young man.

"You cannot slip anything past her, and she's got even that baggage man tamed and tied and ready to catch peanuts in his mouth.

First time I have seen that done." "You just wait till she smiles her farewell at him," said Larry, hugely enjoying the prospect.
Together they stood awaiting the occurrence of this phenomenon.
"Gosh-a-mighty, look at him," murmured Mr.Wakeham.