"All the porters are busy!" the man explained.

"So I just told 'em Tim McCarthy wasn't one to stand by and let work goundone. Where would ye be wantin' these little bags put now?"

He had a trunk on his back that, as Bobby afterward remarked to Morgan,"would have done for an elephant."

"Girls, whose trunk is this?" demanded Bobby.

"Not mine!" came like a well-drilled chorus.

"'Miss Ada Nansen,'" read Betty, examining the card. "Bobby, that's oneof the five!"

They directed the perspiring expressman to the right door and, it is tobe regretted, shamelessly peeped while he toiled up and down bringing thefive trunks and three hat boxes. Then he began on the baggage consignedto Ruth Gladys Royal, and the watchers counted three trunks.