It wasn't their color so much (his eyes were blue) as the way they looked at you that made them so attractive.

He was awfully well bred, too! He noticed me a lot on the boat (I had a perfect love of a Redfern coat to wear on deck), but he didn't try to scrape acquaintance with me.

He worshipped from afar (a woman can always tell when a man's thinking about her), and while I wouldn't have had him act otherwise for the world, I was crazy to have him speak to me.
Our boat docked at Hoboken, and by tipping right and left I managed to be the very first passenger down the gangway.

I half ran, half slid, but I landed in Dad's arms.
My boxes and bags passed through the custom-house with flying colors.

But my trunks--I couldn't even find them all.