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“It’s a dreadful shiftless one,” said aunty. “Why, aunty, what’ll you do now?” said Eva; “that trunk is too full to be shut down.” “It must shut down,” said aunty, with the air of a general, as she squeezed the things in, and sprung upon the lid;- still a little gap remained about the mouth of the trunk. “Get up here, Eva!” said Miss Ophelia, courageously; “what has been done can be done again. This trunk has got to he shut and locked-there are no two ways about it.” And the trunk, intimidated, doubtless, by this resolute statement, gave in. The hasp snapped sharply in its hole, and Miss Ophelia turned the key, and pocketed it in triumph. “Now we’re ready. Where’s your papa? I think it time this baggage was set out. Do look out, Eva, and see if you see your papa. “O yes, he’s down the other end of the gentlemen’s cabin, eating an orange.” “He can’t know how near we are coming,” said aunty; “hadn’t you better run and speak to him?” “Papa never is in a hurry about anything,” said Eva, “and we haven’t come to the landing. Do step on the guards, aunty. Look! there’s our house, up that street!” |
