I seem to feel him with us, George.' So George kissed his wife and took heart again.

Then the kind old lady brought Harry in dressed as a little girl.

And a very pretty girl he made too.

They called him 'Harriet,' as it was so like Harry it was easy to remember.
Harry did not know his mamma, dressed as she was, and clung to the kind lady, feeling rather afraid of the strange young man.

That was just as well, as he was too young to understand what this dressing-up and pretending meant, and he might have spoiled it all by calling the nice-looking young man 'Mamma.' So the kind lady was going with them, pretending to be the little girl's aunt.
When everything was ready they got into a cab, and drove to the wharf.
The two young men, as they seemed to be, got out, Eliza helping the kind lady and little girl, while George saw to the luggage.
As he was standing at the office, taking the tickets, George overheard two men talking by his side.
'I've watched every one that came on board,' said one, 'and I know they are not on this boat.' 'You would scarcely know the woman from a white one,' said the other.
'The man is very fair too.