"It's I. I am smart, am I not, Hannah?"
"Sakes!" said Hannah again, "I wouldn't ha' known you. Here, come
along--do. Where in the name of fortune did you get them things from?"
"I'll tell you presently."
"And where's your brown-paper parcel? My word, if it's lost there'll be
a fuss! I don't think I dare take you home if the parcel is lost; all
your best linen in it, and your night-dress with the frills, and the
handkerchiefs, and the stockings, and the dress you went down in, and
the new skirt and blouse as the Professor gave you. Wherever be the
parcel?"