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LIFE AMONG THE LOWLY 205 |
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time this baggage was set out. Do look out, Eva, and see if you see your papa."
" Oh, yes, he 's down the end of the gentlemen's cabin, eating an orange."
" He can't know how near we are coming," said aunty; " had n't you better run and speak to him ? "
" Papa never is in a hurry about anything," said Eva, " and we have n'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. Eva joyously pointed out the various spires, domes, and waymarks, by which she recognized her native city.
" Yes, yes, dear ; very fine," said Miss Ophelia. " But mercy on us! the boat has stopped! where is your father ? "
And now ensued the usual turmoil of landing, — waik ers running twenty ways at once, — men tugging trunks, carpet-bags, boxes, — women anxiously calling to their children, and everybody crowding in a dense mass to the plank towards the landing.
Miss Ophelia seated herself resolutely on the lately vanquished trunk, and marshaling all her goods and chattels in fine military order, seemed resolved to defend them to the last.
" Shall I take your trunk, ma'am ?" " Shall I take your baggage ? " " Let me 'tend to your baggage, Missis ? " " Shan't I carry out these yer, Missis ? " rained down upon her unheeded. She sat with grim determination, upright as a darning-needle stuck in a board, holding on to her bundle of umbrella and parasols, and replying with a determination that was enough to strike dismay even into a hackman, wondering to Eva, in each interval, " what upon earth her papa could be thinking of; he could n't have fallen over, now, — but something must have happened;" — and just as she had begun to |
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