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Lawrence, and consisting of the four young people. Mrs. Vanderhoff had been quite upset by the storm, and was not equal to any exertion yet, which was, indeed, the condition of several of the passengers. Even Mr. Lawrence looked pale, and laughingly owned to "being a little shaky in his gait." But he thought himself equal to a jaunt in the city, especially such an odd, quaint one as Algiers.
Windemere." "Miss Vanderhoff. "Miss Windemere." "Oh but see see here!" laughingly protested Mr. Lawrence. "Is this fair play to us men? I want to join this game somehow, if " "Mr. Lawrence!" shouted Hope archly, showing her pretty teeth and dimples. "Mr. Traveler!" quickly added Faith, only of course she gave the man's own distinguished name.
I call that a generous deed! He died poor and unnoticed, but now his people make an idol of him, and his statue is one of the sights of Lisbon." "Did he live here?" asked Faith. "That is, when he was not in exile?" "Yes, this was his home." "And his poem was the Lusiad," added Mrs. Vanderhoff. "Why, I've heard of that!" cried Dwight. "We had something about it in our Rhetoric."
Elizabeth Vanderhoff, too, though two years older, was still a girl at heart, and had not yet discovered that no company was complete without its young men. The officer who had been walking with Faith, last night, was also a boyish fellow, fair and fresh of face and had been more attracted to our girls and their frolics than to the older young ladies, with more social airs and graces.
It is a matter of great moment to many in what part of the saloon they will be assigned a place, and of course the special honor of sitting at the captain's table is desired by all, though attained by few. As they were descending towards the cabin, to join their father, Faith, ever thoughtful of others, said in a low voice. "Don't you wish we could have the Vanderhoff party at our table, Hope?"
The others consisted of two or three officers, an outgoing Indian official who wrote Sir before his name, a famous traveler, a minister from America, and a Russian writer of note. The ladies were fewer, there being only three besides Mrs. Vanderhoff. One was the wife of the English baronet, and the other two seemed traveling together, but in what relation was not apparent.
Presently the captain strolled along and stood near, to watch the players, laughing silently as he noted the awkward work they made of it. "Why don't you join us, Captain?" cried Mrs. Vanderhoff. "Come, Hope, call up your father," but Faith returned quickly, "No, indeed! Papa can bucket it every time. It wouldn't be fair to our side at all." "No, Captain," called Mr.
But they could wait, for, once on shore, he would have more leisure, as the steamer would be laid up for repairs, and the really saddening thought, now, was that so soon these friends of a month must all separate, to go their various ways. The Vanderhoff party intended soon to start for Poonah, Mr.
"But the girls are not much to boast of. That Miss Vanderhoff is positively homely." "Do you think so? I know she has no special beauty to attract one, but she looks bright and good-tempered, I'm sure, and I like her voice, don't you?" "Not too well. Those American voices are not to my taste. They threaten my ear-drums." "Do you call hers sharp, though, Mrs. Campbell?
It was understood that the girls were not to visit any of the lower regions of the ship, without the company of some officer, but Mr. Malcolm was very accommodating, so, matronized by Mrs. Vanderhoff, her party and the twins managed to peep into nearly every hole and corner before the voyage was over.
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