The hasp snapped sharply in its hole, and Miss Ophelia turned the key, and pocketed it in triumph.
"Now we're ready.

Where's your papa?
I think it time this baggage was set out.

Do look out, Eva, and see if you see your papa." "O, yes, he's down the other end of the gentlemen's cabin, eating an orange." "He can't know how near we are coming," said aunty; "hadn't you better run and speak to him ?" "Papa never is in a hurry about anything," said Eva, "and we haven't come to the landing.

Do step on the guards, aunty.

Look! there's our house, up that street!" The boat now began, with heavy groans, like some vast, tired monster, to prepare to push up among the multiplied steamers at the levee.