CHAPTER XV.
THE JOURNEY The nurse walked as far as Broadway, holding Ida by the hand.
"Where are we going ?" asked the child, timidly.

"Are you going to walk all the way ?" "No," said the nurse; "not all the way--perhaps a mile.

You can walk as far as that, can't you ?" "Oh, yes." They walked on till they reached the ferry at the foot of Courtland Street.
"Did you ever ride in a steamboat ?" asked the nurse, in a tone meant to be gracious.
"Once or twice," answered Ida.

"I went with Brother Jack once, over to Hoboken.

Are we going there now ?" "No; we are going to the city you see over the water." "What place is it?
Is it Brooklyn ?" "No; it is Jersey City." "Oh, that will be pleasant," said Ida, forgetting, in her childish love of novelty, the repugnance with which the nurse had inspired her.
"Yes, and that is not all; we are going still further," said the nurse.
"Are we going further ?" asked Ida, in excitement.