They had very little trouble with their luggage. It is true that the
English officials looked rather searchingly in Katherine's trunk for
dynamite, but, their fears being allayed in that direction, the trunks
were soon chalked and on the back of a stout porter, who transferred
them to the top of a cab.

"I tell you what it is," said George, "it takes an American Custom-house
official to make the average American feel ashamed of his country."

"Why, I did not think there was anything over there that could make you
feel ashamed of your country. You are such a thorough-going American."

"Well, the Customs officials in New York have a knack of making a person
feel that he belongs to no place on earth."

They drove to the big Liverpool hotel which is usually frequented by
Americans who land in that city, and George spent the afternoon in
attending to business in Liverpool, which he said he did not expect to
have to look after when he left America, but which he desired very much
to get some information about.

Katherine innocently asked if she could be of any assistance to him,
and he replied that she might later on, but not at the present state of
proceedings.

In the evening they went to a theatre together, and took a long route
back to the hotel.

"It isn't a very pretty city," said Miss Earle.