Here, Bill, take her ladyship's bag and stow it safely at the back of the buggy.

Handle it gingerly--it's full of silver and glass fallals--not what we're much used to on the Leura.' The stockman grinned and carried the dressing-bag--one of Sir Luke's and Lady Tallant's wedding presents--as if it were dynamite.

Colin seemed anxious to impress his wife's dignity upon her new subjects.

She felt still more like a queen of comic opera.

He helped her into her dust cloak, paid the bill, cut short the landlady's sulky apologies--she had done her hair and recovered herself a little.