"No!" I replied. "But these are the things I have been advised to take with me. What is the use of people giving you advice if you don't take it?"
"Oh! take as much advice as you like; that always comes in useful to give away. But, for goodness sake, don't get carrying all that stuff about with you. People will take us for Gipsies."
"Now, it's no use your talking nonsense. Half the things on this bed are life-preserving things. If people go into Germany without these things, they come home and die."
And I related to him what the doctor and the vicar and the other people had told me, and explained to him how my life depended upon my taking brandy and blankets and sunshades and plenty of warm clothing with me.
He is a man utterly indifferent to danger and risk--incurred by other people--is B. He said:
"Oh, rubbish! You're not the sort that catches a cold and dies young. You leave that co-operative stores of yours at home, and pack up a tooth-brush, a comb, a pair of socks, and a shirt. That's all you'll want."
I have packed more than that, but not much. At all events, I have got everything into one small bag. I should like to have taken that tea arrangement--it would have done so nicely to play at shop with in the train!--but B. would not hear of it.
I hope the weather does not change.
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