We never have travelled so far before." "On land, you mean.

Is Dick here to-night ?" "Came and looked in, sir; but he got scared by the crowd, and went home." "Poor fellow! I don't wonder.

Well, we will all do what we can for him." Poor Dick Lee! And yet, if Mr.Dabney Kinzer had known his whereabouts at that very moment, he would half have envied him.
Dick's mother was in the kitchen, helping about the "refreshments;" but she had not left home until she had compelled her son to dress himself in his best,--white shirt, red necktie, shining shoes, and all; and she had brought him with her, almost by force.
"You's goodnuff to go to de 'Cad'my and leab yer pore mother, an' I reckon you's good nuff for de party." Dick had actually ventured in from the kitchen, through the dining-room, and as far as the door of the back parlor, where few would look.
How his heart did beat, as he gazed upon the merry gathering, a large part of whom he had "known all his born days"! But there was a side-door opening from that dining-room upon the long piazza which Mrs.Kinzer had added to the old Morris mansion; and Dick's hand was on the knob of that door, almost before he knew it.
Then he was out on the road to the landing; and in five minutes more he was vigorously rowing the "Jenny" out through the inlet, towards the bay.
His heart was not beating unpleasantly any longer; but as he shot out from the narrow passage through the flags, and saw the little waves laughing in the cool, dim starlight, he suddenly stopped rowing, leaned on his oars, gave a great sigh of relief, and exclaimed,-- "Dar, I's safe now.

I ain't got to say a word to nobody out yer.

Wonder 'f I'll ebber git back from de 'Cad'my, an' ketch fish in dis yer bay.
Sho! Course I will.