Jimmie
regard my work with a face so full of disapproval that it reminded me
of Bee's. She then proceeded to put "everything any mortal could
possibly want" into one trunk, with what seemed to me supernatural
skill and common-sense, calmly sending the other two to be stored at
Munroe's. I don't like to disparage Mrs. Jimmie's idea of what I need,
but it does seem to me that nearly everything I have wanted here in
Berlin is "stored at Munroe's."
My companion and I, with faultless arithmetic, calculated our expenses
and drew out what we considered "plenty of French money to get us to
the German frontier." Then Jimmie took my companion and Mrs. Jimmie
took me to the train.
Their cab got to the station first, and when we came up Jimmie was
grinning, and my companion looked rather sheepish.
"I didn't have enough money to pay the extra luggage," she whispered.
"I had to borrow of Mr. Jimmie."
"That's just like you," I said, severely. "Now _I_ drew more than you
did."
Just then Jimmie came up with _my_ little account.
"Forty-nine francs extra luggage," he announced.
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