"No, my father isn"t rich at all, Emily, and I don"t have many things--no, indeed," replied Miss Dimple, with a desire to plume herself on her poverty and privations. "My aunt "Ria has two girls, but we don"t, only our Norah; and mother never lets me put any nightly-blue sirreup on my hangerjif "cept Sundays. I think we"re pretty poor."
Dotty meant all she said. She had now become a traveller; had seen a great many elegant things; and when she thought of her home in Portland, it seemed to her plainer and less attractive than it had ever seemed before.
"I don"t know what you would think," said Emily, counting over her trials on her fingers as if they had been so many diamond rings, "if you didn"t have anything to eat but brown bread and mola.s.ses. I guess you"d think _that_ was pretty poor! And got the mola.s.ses all over your face, because you couldn"t see to put it in your mouth. And had that woman shake you every time you spoke. And your paw in State"s Prison because he killed a man. O, no," repeated she, with triumph, "there isn"t any other little girl in this school that"s had so much trouble as I have."
"No, I s"pose not," responded Dotty, giving up the attempt to compare trials with such a wretched being; "but then I may be blind, some time, too. P"rhaps a chicken will pick my eyes out. A cross hen flew right up and did so to a boy."
Emily paid no attention to this foolish remark.
"My paw writes me letters," said she. "Here is one in my pocket; would you like to read it?"
Dotty took the letter, which was badly written and worse spelled.
"Can you read it?" asked Emily, after Dotty had turned it over for some moments in silence.
"No, I cannot," replied Dotty, very much ashamed; "but I"m going to school by and by, and then I shall learn everything."
"O, no matter if you can"t read it to me; my teacher has read it ever so many times. At the end of it, it says, "Your unhappy and unfortunate paw." That is what he always says at the end of all his letters; and he wants me to go to the prison to see him."
"Why, you _couldn"t_ see him."
"No," replied Emily, not understanding that Dotty referred to her blindness; "no, I couldn"t see him. The superintendent Wouldn"t let me go; he says it"s no place for little girls."
"I shouldn"t think it was," said Dotty, looking around for Flyaway, who was riding in a lady"s chair made by two admiring little girls.
"There was one thing I didn"t tell," said Emily, who felt obliged to pour her whole history into her new friend"s ears; "I was sick last spring, and had a fever. If it had been scarlet fever I should have died; but it was _imitation_ of scarlet fever, and I got well."
"I"m glad you got well," said Dotty, rather tired of Emily"s troubles; "but don"t you want to play with the other girls? I do."
"Yes; let us play Rollo on the Ocean," cried Octavia, who was Emily"s bosom friend, and was seldom away from her long at a time, but had just now been devoting herself to Katie. "Here is the ship. All aboard!"
CHAPTER III.
PLAYING SHIP.
Now this ship was an old wagon-body, and had never been in water deeper than a mud puddle. A dozen little girls climbed in with great bustle and confusion, pretending they were walking a plank and climbing up some steps. After they were fairly on board they waved their handkerchiefs for a good by to their friends on sh.o.r.e. Then Octavia fired peas out of a little popgun twice, and this was meant as a long farewell to the land.
Now they were fairly out on the ocean, and began to rock back and forth, as if tossed by a heavy sea.
"See how the waves rise!" said Emily, and threw up her hands with an undulating motion. "I can see them," she cried, an intent look coming into her closed eyes; "they are green, with white bubbles like soap suds.
And the sun shines on them so! O, "tis as beautiful as flowers!"
"Booful as flowers!" echoed Flyaway, who was one of the pa.s.sengers; while Dotty wondered how Octavia knew the difference between green and white.
She did not know; and what sort of a picture she painted in her mind of the mysterious sea I am sure I cannot tell.
"Now," said Miriam Lake, the prettiest of the children, "it is time to strike the bells."
So she struck a tea-bell with a stick eight times.
"That is eight bells," explained she to Dotty, "and it means four o"clock. But, Jennie Holiday, where is the kitten? Why, we are not half ready."
The children never thought they could play "ship" without a kitten, a gray and white one which they put into a cage just as Jennie Holiday did, when she and Rollo travelled by themselves from New York to Liverpool. When the kitten had been brought, they had got as far as Long Island Sound, and they said the kitten was sent by a ship of war which had to be "spoken."
"This is a funny way to play," said Miriam. "Here we are at Halifax, and n.o.body has heaved the log yet."
"No," said Octavia; "so we can"t tell how many knots an hour we are going."
"_I"m_ going a great many knocks," cried Katie, whose exertions in rocking from side to side had thrown her overboard once.
"We never"ll get to Liverpool in this world," said Emily, "unless Miss Percival comes and steers the ship."
It happened at that very moment that Miss Percival came into the yard with aunt Maria.
"If you will excuse me, Mrs. Clifford," said she, laughing, "I will take command of this ship."
"No apologies are necessary," replied Mrs. Clifford. "I should be very glad to watch your proceedings. Is it possible, Miss Percival, that you are capable of guiding a vessel across the Atlantic?"
"I have often tried it," said Miss Percival, going on board; "but we sometimes have a shipwreck."
"Emily," said she, "you may heave the log." So Emily rose, and taking a large spool of crochet-cotton which Miss Percival gave her, held it above her head, turning it slowly, till a tatting shuttle, which was fastened at the end of the thread, fell to the ground. This was supposed to be the "log;" and Octavia, with one or two other girls, pretended to tug with much force in order to draw it in, for the ship was going so fast that the friction against the cord was very great. Knots had been made in the cotton, over which Emily ran her quick fingers.
"Ten knots an hour," said she.
"Very good speed," returned the captain. "I do not think we shall be able to take an observation to-day, as it is rather cloudy."
Sailors "take observations" at noon, if the sun is out, by means of a s.e.xtant, with which they measure the distance from the sun to the southern horizon. In this way the captain can tell the exact lat.i.tude of the ship; but Miss Percival made believe there was a storm coming up; so it was not possible to take an observation.
"It is two bells," said she: "the wind is out; there will be a fearful storm. I would advise the pa.s.sengers to turn into their berths."
The children lay down upon the floor. "There, there," said Miriam Lake, who was playing Jennie Holiday; "my poor little kitty is just as seasick! Her head keeps going round and round."
"_My_ head has did it too," chimed in Katie, rolling herself into a ball; "it keeps yocking yound and yound."
"I pitch about so in my berth," said Octavia, who was Rollo, "that next thing I shall be out on the floor. Hark! How the water is pouring in! I"m afraid the ship has sprung a leak; and if it has I must call the chambermaid."
Mrs. Clifford, who stood looking on, was quite amused at the idea of calling the chambermaid to stop a leak in the ship.
"Man the pumps!" said the captain. The girls tugged away at a pole in one end of the wagon, moving it up and down like a churn-dash.
"I do hope this wind will go down," sighed Emily.
"Well, it will," said simple Flyaway; "I _hear_ it going."
"It is head wind and a heavy sea," remarked the captain; "but never fear; we shall weather the storm. We are now on the southern coast of Ireland.
I don"t think," added she, in a different tone, "it is best to be shipwrecked, children--do you? We will hurry into Liverpool, and then I think it likely your little visitors may enjoy keeping house with your dolls, or having a nice swing."