Indeed, indeed I was grateful throughout it for the thought that our
minister, Mr. MacAdams, prayed so loudly for the safety of travelers by
land and sea each Sunday, and that this was Saturday, hence there would
be but little delay between our departure and the weekly renewal of his
petition. For we began our travels in no less a vehicle than a terrific
red automobile driven by the irrepressible Richard, or Dick, Talbot, who
greeted me cheerfully and somehow not actually disrespectfully as
"Cousin Mary," which was not, of course, in any sense correct.
I entered the vehicle with much unuttered protest. I did not like motor
vehicles and had indeed never entered one before, having always
maintained their inelegance. My dear father kept horses, though it is
true he died somewhat prior to the invention of automobiles.
Nevertheless I took my seat beside Mr. Pegg in the rear, and concealed
as best I might a terror which was not lessened when, stopping at the
railway station, Talbot, the chauffeur, was dismissed to gather up some
spare bags, and Peaches took the steering gear. The remainder of the
ride is a blur in my memory, filled with a horrid realization that we
upset an apple cart, or I thought we had, until looking backward I saw
it miraculously intact; that we seemingly murdered two police officers,
most certainly grazed a load of baled hay, and barely escaped collision
with a dozen pedestrians. Yet at the conclusion of this momentous
experience Mr. Pegg, who had calmly smoked a large cheroot during the
trip, complimented his daughter upon her skill. I was beginning to
understand their cryptic speech a little better or else I should not
have comprehended.
"Some speed queen!" he remarked.
"One hoss or sixty, I should trouble which!" said she.
And then Talbot, the chauffeur, or Richard, as I determined to call him,
reappeared, and together with a crowd of porters and other travelers we
passed into the gloomy cavern of a covered dock and up a most precarious
gangway into a ship which differed little upon first acquaintance from
the great hotel we had just left, except that the apartments were rather
smaller. I had once before taken a boat trip to Nantucket to see an old
servant of ours who was ill, and the vessel which conveyed me was not in
the least like the Gigantic. But the impression of the latter's
resemblance to a hotel was presently removed from my mind. In point of
fact everything was removed from not only my mind but from the other
portions of my anatomy which delicacy prevents my dwelling on.
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