“Youdidn’tsayanythingaboutit，soIdon’tseehowyoucould，“saidDemi，inquisitively。
“Wehaveawayofsendingmessagestooneanother，withoutanywords。
Itisagreatimprovementonthetelegraph。“
“Iknow­；it’seyes；Isawyouliftyoureyebrows，andnodtowardthecarriage，andMrs。Bhaerlaughedandnoddedbackagain，“criedNat，whowasquiteathiseasewithkindMr。Lauriebythistime。
“Right。Nowthem，comeon，“andinaminuteDanfoundhimselfsettledinthecarriage，hisfootonacushionontheseatopposite，nicelycoveredwithashawl，whichfelldownfromtheupperregionsinamostmysteriousmanner，justwhentheywantedit。DemiclimbeduptotheboxbesidePeter，theblackcoachman。NatsatnextDanintheplaceofhonor，whileUncleTeddywouldsitopposite，­；totakecareofthefoot，hesaid，butreallythathemightstudythefacesbeforehim­；bothsohappy，yetsodifferent，forDan’swassquare，andbrown，andstrong，whileNat’swaslong，andfair，andratherweak，butveryamiablewithitsmildeyesandgoodforehead。