49 THE SILVER LAKE STORIES.

the hour of its. starting, and I was not
expecting it for an hour or more yet.
But I bustled about, and with Biddy’s
assistance, was ready in an incredibly
short space of time, as it seemed to
me, but by the frequent and impatient .
blasts of the driver’s horn, I concluded
that he had quite different ideas on the
subject.

At last I was ready, or so nearly so,
that I had only to return three times,
and send Biddy (who accompanied me
to the gate), back twice, for some for-
gotten article, so that I thought it was
quite unreasonable in the passengers
to cast upon a little woman such sour