A porter came up and tried to take her bag from her.
“I’ll carry it myself,” she said.
“But—” began the man.
“You’ll get your tip anyway,” said Oliver in Swahili. “But the lady always carries her own bag.”
The porter looked at them as if they were crazy, but he finally shrugged and led them through a courtyard, past an aviary, and to their cottage.

The Amulet of Power, Chapter 25