"It's a case of ladies this time," Mr. Lansing remarked to him with
a smile which seemed to confess surreptitiously, and as if neither
party could be eager, to recognition.

"Well, Mr. Bellamy says you'll do anything for HIM," Pandora said,
smiling very sweetly at Mr. Lansing. "We haven't got much; we've
been gone only two years."

Mr. Lansing scratched his head a little behind, with a movement that
sent his straw hat forward in the direction of his nose. "I don't
know as I'd do anything for him that I wouldn't do for you," he
responded with an equal geniality. "I guess you'd better open that
one"--and he gave a little affectionate kick to one of the trunks.

"Oh mother, isn't he lovely? It's only your sea-things," Pandora
cried, stooping over the coffer with the key in her hand.

"I don't know as I like showing them," Mrs. Day modestly murmured.

Vogelstein made his German salutation to the company in general, and
to Pandora he offered an audible good-bye, which she returned in a
bright friendly voice, but without looking round as she fumbled at
the lock of her trunk.

"We'll try another, if you like," said Mr. Lansing good-humouredly.

"Oh no it has got to be this one! Good-bye, Count Vogelstein. I
hope you'll judge us correctly!"

The young man went his way and passed the barrier of the dock. Here