When Florence came into the City, and passed gentlemen who were talking together, she dreaded to hear them speaking of the ship, an'd saying it was lost.

Pictures and prints of vessels fighting with the rolling waves filled her with alarm.

The smoke and clouds, though moving gently, moved too fast for her apprehensions, and made her fear there was a tempest blowing at that moment on the ocean.
Susan Nipper may or may not have been affected similarly, but having her attention much engaged in struggles with boys, whenever there was any press of people--for, between that grade of human kind and herself, there was some natural animosity that invariably broke out, whenever they came together--it would seem that she had not much leisure on the road for intellectual operations.
Arriving in good time abreast of the wooden Midshipman on the opposite side of the way, and waiting for an opportunity to cross the street, they were a little surprised at first to see, at the Instrument-maker's door, a round-headed lad, with his chubby face addressed towards the sky, who, as they looked at him, suddenly thrust into his capacious mouth two fingers of each hand, and with the assistance of that machinery whistled, with astonishing shrillness, to some pigeons at a considerable elevation in the air.
'Mrs Richards's eldest, Miss!' said Susan, 'and the worrit of Mrs Richards's life!' As Polly had been to tell Florence of the resuscitated prospects of her son and heir, Florence was prepared for the meeting: so, a favourable moment presenting itself, they both hastened across, without any further contemplation of Mrs Richards's bane' That sporting character, unconscious of their approach, again whistled with his utmost might, and then yelled in a rapture of excitement, 'Strays! Whip! Strays!' which identification had such an effect upon the conscience-stricken pigeons, that instead of going direct to some town in the North of England, as appeared to have been their original intention, they began to wheel and falter; whereupon Mrs Richards's first born pierced them with another whistle, and again yelled, in a voice that rose above the turmoil of the street, 'Strays! Who-oop! Strays!' From this transport, he was abruptly recalled to terrestrial objects, by a poke from Miss Nipper, which sent him into the shop.
'Is this the way you show your penitence, when Mrs Richards has been fretting for you months and months ?' said Susan, following the poke.
'Where's Mr Gills ?' Rob, who smoothed his first rebellious glance at Miss Nipper when he saw Florence following, put his knuckles to his hair, in honour of the latter, and said to the former, that Mr Gills was out.' 'Fetch him home,' said Miss Nipper, with authority, 'and say that my young lady's here.' 'I don't know where he's gone,' said Rob.
'Is that your penitence ?' cried Susan, with stinging sharpness.
'Why how can I go and fetch him when I don't know where to go ?' whimpered the baited Rob.

'How can you be so unreasonable ?' 'Did Mr Gills say when he should be home ?' asked Florence.
'Yes, Miss,' replied Rob, with another application of his knuckles to his hair.

'He said he should be home early in the afternoon; in about a couple of hours from now, Miss.' 'Is he very anxious about his nephew ?' inquired Susan.
'Yes, Miss,' returned Rob, preferring to address himself to Florence and slighting Nipper; 'I should say he was, very much so.