Put the small luggage on the lounge.

Never mind the straps.

That is all." "Yes, miss." The two young women hurried off.

Thomas stared after them, his brows bent in a mixture of perplexity, dazzlement and diffidence.
"A very good-looking steward." "Kitty, you little wretch!" "Why, he _is_ good-looking." "Princes, dukes, waiters, cabbies, stewards; all you do is look at them, and they become slaves.

You've more mischief in you than a dozen kittens." "I have met cabbies whom I much prefer to certain dukes." "But I've a young man picked out for you.