'Let me carry that bag for you.

You're stopping here ?' 'Yes--' said Mrs.Sarratt, distractedly, watching to see that the luggage was all right.

'Oh, George, _do_ take care of that parcel!' 'All right.' But she had spoken too late.

As her husband, having handed over two suit cases to Mrs.Weston's fourteen-year old boy, came towards her with a large brown paper parcel, the string of it slipped, Mrs.Sarratt gave a little cry, and but for her prompt rush to his assistance, its contents would have descended into the road.

But through a gap in the paper various tin and china objects were disclosed.
'That's your "cooker," Nelly,' said her husband laughing.