"When the carriage came to take us to the station, the trunks weren't quite ready, and mamma said for us to go on and she'd finish packing them and send them down in time to get that train or the next." "And did they come for that train ?" "No, they didn't, and so, of course, they must have been sent on the next one; but even so, they ought to be here now, because, you know, we went on through and came back." "But how did you get your checks if your trunks weren't put on the train ?" "Oh, the baggageman knows us," explained Bob, "and he gave us our checks and kept the duplicates to put on our trunks when they came down to the station.

He often does that." "Yes," said Bumble, "we've never had our trunks ready yet when the man came for them." "Nan's was ready," put in Bob, who was a great stickler for justice, "but, of course, hers couldn't go till ours did.

Oh, I guess they'll turn up all right." They did turn up all right twenty-four hours later, but the exchange of suit-cases was not so easily effected.
However, after more or less correspondence between Nan and the nurse who owned the uniform, the transfer was finally made, and Nan recovered her pretty blue gown, which certainly bore no evidence of having been worn in a sickroom.
"But I bet she wore it, all the same," said Bob.

"She probably neglected her patient and went to a party that night just because she had the frock.".