[_PETER is suffering with indigestion. He takes a charcoal tablet, and SUSIE cautiously enters Right._ SUSIE. There you are! Have you got 'em? PETER. No, I gave them back to you. SUSIE. Then they're in there on the table--get 'em quick, the trunks are coming down now! [_PETER goes out quickly at back, as the BUTLER and MAN SERVANT enter Right, carrying a large new trunk with a portmanteau on top of it._ SUSIE. Put them right over there for a minute! [_They put them down in the centre of the room, and the FOOTMAN goes out Right._] And mind, you don't split on us, Thomas. Auntie Tillman knows all about it--it's just to be a nice little surprise for Cousin Jinny and my new uncle. BUTLER. Very well, miss. [_He also goes out Right._ [_At the same time PETER reenters at back with a roll of papers and some broad white satin ribbon. The papers are about half a foot broad and two feet long, and on them is printed, "We are on our honeymoon."_ PETER. [_With gay excitement._] I've got 'em. SUSIE. Get some water--there's sticky stuff on the back! [_PETER gives her the papers and ribbons and goes out again at back._ SUSIE. Quick! [_Ties a big white bow on the portmanteau and on a trunk handle._] If Auntie Tillman sees 'em, I'll bet she'll grab 'em off. She'll be as mad as _hops_! [_The BUTLER and FOOTMAN reenter Right, and bring down an old steamer trunk and a gentleman's dressing-bag._ BUTLER. [_To the FOOTMAN._] Go and see if the carriage is there! FOOTMAN. Yes, sir. [_He goes out Left._ [_As PETER reenters from the back, with the water._ SUSIE. Quick now! Quick! [_They stick one label on the big steamer trunk facing the audience._ PETER. I say isn't that great! [_SUSIE giggles aloud with delight. The BUTLER, standing at one side, smiles. They put another label on the other trunk._ SUSIE. [_Giggling._] I heard them plan it,--they're taking one old trunk purposely so as people would not catch on they were just married! [_Giggles delightedly._ [_The FOOTMAN reenters with a driver, Left._ FOOTMAN. Yes, sir, it's here. BUTLER. [_To the driver._] You can take that first. [_Pointing to the steamer trunk._ [_DRIVER goes out Left with it on his shoulder, and the portmanteau._ BUTLER. Now, James, you're to go over with the luggage to Twenty-third Street Ferry and check the heavy baggage; you know where to. FOOTMAN. Yes, sir. SUSIE. [_Eagerly._] Oh, _where to?_ BUTLER. I am hunder hoath not to tell, Miss. SUSIE. O pish! [_Kneeling in the big arm-chair and watching proceedings from behind its back._ BUTLER. [_Continues to the FOOTMAN._] And wait with the checks and Mr. Austin's dressing-bag-- [_Showing it._] --until they come. FOOTMAN. Yes, sir. PETER. And make haste, or, I say, somebody'll turn up and give our whole joke away! [_The DRIVER reenters._ SUSIE. Yes, _do_ hurry! FOOTMAN. [_To the DRIVER._] Come along.