Abroad with the Jimmies eBook

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“You must drive us to our hotel.” she said, firmly.  “We have waited two hours.”

“Impossible, madame!” said the man.

“But you must,” we all said in chorus.

“You shall have much money,” said Jimmie in his worst French.

“All the same it is impossible, monsieur,” said the man.

He regretted exceedingly his inability to oblige the ladies, but—­and he prepared to drive off.

“Get in, girls,” said Mrs. Jimmie, firmly, pushing us in at the back of the wagon.  The man expostulated, not in anger but appealingly.  Mrs. Jimmie would not listen.  She said there ought to be more cabs in Paris, and that she regretted it as much as he did, but she climbed in as she talked, and gave the address of the hotel.

“You shall have three times your fare,” she said, calmly, “drive on!”

“But what madame demands is impossible,” pleaded the poor man.  “I am on my way for another body.  Madame sits in the morgue wagon!”

But there he was mistaken, for madame sat nowhere.  Before he had done speaking madame was flying through the air, alighting on poor Jimmie’s foot, while Bee and I clawed at our dripping skirts in a mad effort to follow suit.

The morgue wagon pursued its way down the Rue de Rivoli, while we risked colds, croup, and everything else in an endeavour to find a “grand bain,” splashing through puddles but marching steadily on, Jimmie in a somewhat strained silence limping uncomplainingly at our side.



We are on our way to the Passion Play, and although each of the four of us is a monument of amiability when taken individually, as a quartet we sometimes clash.  At present we are fighting over the route we shall take between Paris and Oberammergau.  Bee and Mrs. Jimmie have replenished their wardrobes in the Rue de la Paix, and wish to follow the trail of American tourists going to Baden-Baden, while Jimmie and I, having rooted out of a German student in the Latin Quarter two or three unknown carriage routes through the mountains which lead to unknown spots not double starred, starred, or even mentioned in Baedeker, are wondering how the battle between clothes and Bohemianism will end.

We arrived at Strasburg still in an amiable wrangle, but all four agreed on seeing the clock which has made the town famous.  Our time was so limited that there was not, as is often the case, an opportunity for all four of us to get our own way.

Anybody who did not know her, would imagine by the quiet way that Bee has let the subject of Baden-Baden alone for the whole day, that she had quite given up going there, but I know Bee.  She has left Jimmie and me to defend the front of the fortress, while she is bringing all her troops up in the rear.  Bee does not believe in a charge with plenty of shouting and galloping and noise.  Bee’s manoeuvres

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