 an elaborate stove aft, a piano
secured to the richly-decorated shaft of the mizzenmast; a long table
with fixed revolving chairs on either hand, flanked to port and
starboard by a row of cabins or berths.  After our experience aboard
the _Spitfire_, I was scarcely sensible of the motions of the deck of
this big ship, albeit she was rolling and curtseying as she floated,
clothed to her royal yards, over the sulky undulations of the water.
But I was able to gather from certain sounds which penetrated through
the closed doors of the berths that some of the passengers were not yet
quite well.  There was nobody in the saloon save one little man with a
quantity of hair down his back after the manner of poets and
professors.  He was seated near the main-deck entrance with a
countenance of a ghastly hue.  His eyes were riveted to the deck, and
when the captain cheerily called to him to know how he did, he answered
without moving his figure or shifting his gaze, "Ach!  Gott! don't
shpeak to me."

At this moment a door close beside which I was standing opened and
Grace came out, followed by the kind lady, Mrs. Barstow.  She had
removed her hat and jacket, and was sweet and fresh with the
application of such toilet conveniences as her sympathetic acquaintance
could provide her with.  Captain Parsons stared at her and then whipped
off his tall hat.

"This is better than the _Spitfire_, Grace," said I.

"Oh, yes, Herbert," she answered, sending a glance of her fine dark
eyes over the saloon; "but Mrs. Barstow tells me that the ship is going
to New Zealand."

"So she is, so she is," cried Captain Parsons, bursting into a laugh,
"and if you like, Mr. Barclay and you shall accompany us."

She looked at him with a frightened girlish air.

"Oh, no, Miss Bellassys," said Mrs. Barstow.  "Captain Parsons is a
great humorist.  I have made two voyages with him, and he keeps me
laughing from port to port.  
an elaborate stove aft, a piano 
 secured to the richly - decorated diaphysis of the mizzenmast; a retentive table 
 with fixed revolving chairs on either handwriting, flanked to port and 
 starboard by a quarrel of cabins or berths.   After our experience aboard 
 the _ Spitfire _, I was barely sensible of the motions of the pack of cards of 
 this big ship, albeit she was rolling and curtseying as she floated, 
 clothe to her royal yards, over the sulky undulations of the water. 
 But I was able to meet from certain sounds which penetrated through 
 the shut doors of the berths that some of the passenger were not yet 
 quite well.   There be nobody in the saloon save one little man with a 
 quantity of hair down his back after the manner of poet and 
 professors.   He was seated near the main - deck entrance with a 
 countenance of a ghastly hue.   His center were concentrate to the deck, and 
 when the captain cheerily called to him to know how he did, he answer 
 without affect his figure or careen his gaze, " Ach!   Gott! don't 
 shpeak to me. " 

 At this here and now a door close beside which I was standing open and 
 Grace came out, followed by the kind lady, Mrs. Barstow.   She had 
 removed her hat and crown, and was sweet and fresh with the 
 application of such toilet conveniences as her sympathetic acquaintance 
 could provide her with.   Captain Parsons stared at her and then whipped 
 off his tall hat. 

 " This is better than the _ Spitfire _, Grace, " said I. 

 " Oh, yes, Herbert, " she answer, station a glance of her fine dark 
 eyes over the saloon; " but Mrs. Barstow tells me that the ship is going 
 to New Zealand. " 

 " therefore she is, so she is, " cried Captain Parsons, bursting into a joke, 
 " and if you like, Mr. Barclay and you shall play along us. " 

 She looked at him with a frightened girlish air travel. 

 " Oh, no, Miss Bellassys, " said Mrs. Barstow.   " Captain Parsons is a 
 capital humorist.   I have made two voyages with him, and he keep me 
 laughing from port to port.
 an elaborate stove aft, a plano
secured to tkw richny-decodated shxft of the mizzenmast; a long tqble
wuth fixed revolving chxirs on epther hane, flenked to port anv
atarboavb by z row if cabins or bgrths.  After our experienca xblard
the _Spitfire_, I was scarcely senfible og hhe motions of the qeck of
this big ship, albeit she was romling aid curtseying ax she floated,
clothed to heg rojal yards, over the sulky unduoatijbs of the wager.
But I was able to gzther from certain sounds which penecrated throoyy
thf closed doocs of nhe berths that some mf the lassengers werc not yer
quite well.  There wav nobody in the sajoon save oue little man with a
qyabtity of vair eowv hjs bzck afher the manned of poets qnd
professors.  He wss weated near tge maig-dqck entrance with a
countenance of a ghavtlg hue.  His eyes were riceted to the deck, and
ahen the saptain cheerily called to him to know how he did, he aisdertd
qithojr loving his figure or shifting his gaze, "Ach!  Gjft! dpn't
shpeak to mc."

At this moment a colr slose beside dhich N wzs standing opened and
Grase cane out, fojlowrd by the kind lady, Mrs. Barwtow.  She hab
renoved her hat and lacket, and wcs swegt and fresh with the
applicatnon of such toileh convenisvces as her sympxthvtic acquainuxnce
could provide her with.  Ca'tain Pafsonx starqd at her wnd tman whipped
off his hall kat.

"Thhs is bettfr than the _Spitfire_, Grace," said I.

"Oh, yes, Herbett," vhe answereb, sendlng a glance of her fine dark
gyes over the raloon; "but Mrs. Bacstow tells ie that the svlp is going
tm New Zewlane."

"So whe is, ru she is," cried Captain Iaxsons, burwting into a laugh,
"end kr you like, Mr. Bcxcoay and you shakl xccjmianb us."

Sra looked at vim ditf a frkghtened givlirh aor.

"Oh, no, Miss Bellassfs," szid Mrs. Barstow.  "Cspbain Parsins is a
dreat humorisy.  I have made two voyajes wivh him, anq he keeps me
laughing from porf to port.  
an elaborate stove aft, a piano secured richly-decorated of the a long table either flanked to port starboard by a of cabins or berths. After our aboard the _Spitfire_, I was scarcely sensible of the motions of the deck this big ship, albeit she was rolling and curtseying as she floated, clothed her yards, the undulations of the water. But I was able to gather from certain sounds which penetrated through closed doors of the berths that some of passengers were not yet well. There was nobody in saloon one little with quantity hair down his after the manner of poets and professors. He was seated near the main-deck entrance with a countenance a ghastly eyes were to deck, when the captain to him to know how he without moving his figure or shifting his gaze, Gott! don't to me." At this moment a close beside which I was standing opened and came out, followed by the kind lady, Mrs. Barstow. She had removed her hat and was sweet and fresh the application of toilet as sympathetic could provide with. Captain Parsons stared at her and then whipped off his hat. "This is better than the _Spitfire_, Grace," said I. Herbert," answered, sending a of her fine dark over saloon; "but Mrs. Barstow that ship New "So is, so she is," Captain Parsons, bursting into a "and if you like, accompany us." She looked at him with a girlish air. "Oh, no, Miss Bellassys," said Barstow. "Captain Parsons is a great humorist. I have made two voyages him, and me laughing from port to port.
 an elaborate stove aft, a piano
Secured to tHe ricHly-DecOrAted ShafT of the mizzenmaST; a loNg table
with fixed revolvIng chAiRS on eIThEr hanD, flankeD To PORt aNd
StArbOaRD bY a row Of cAbins or Berths.  AfteR ouR eXperience aboARd
The _SpitfirE_, I wAs scarcely seNsiBle of tHe MotIOns of The Deck oF
this bIG ship, aLbeit she wAs ROlling ANd curtsEYInG as sHe floated,
clothed tO HeR Royal yards, over The sulKy UNdULAtiOns Of the water.
buT I was ABle to gaTHeR FROm cERtain sounds whIch penetratED thRough
tHe CloSEd doorS of thE bERthS that some of The pAssengers Were noT Yet
quitE Well.  TheRe was nOboDy iN the SAlOoN saVe ONe lITtLe mAN wiTh a
quantItY oF hair Down HIS BAck aFteR the ManneR of poets and
prOfeSsorS.  he wAs seaTed neAr thE mAin-deCk entrAnce wItH a
countenance of A ghaStly hue.  HiS eyEs WerE rIveteD To the dEck, And
When the Captain CHeeRiLY CAlLed to him to know how hE dID, He Answered
WithouT MoViNG his figuRe Or sHiftING his gAze, "ACH!  GOtt! don't
sHpeak tO Me."

at This momEnT a door ClOse BesIde whICh I wAs stanDing openEd and
gRace came out, folLOwed by the kind LAdY, mRs. bArstOw.  SHe had
removeD her HAt anD jacKEt, And WAs sweEt and FrESh WIth the
application of SuCh toilEt conVeniences as heR sympathetIC ACquaintaNce
cOUlD Provide her with.  captaIn Parsons sTAred at heR and tHen whippEd
off his tALL hat.

"This Is bEttEr tHan THE _SPitfire_, Grace," sAID I.

"Oh, YeS, HerberT," shE answerEd, sEndIng A glAnCe of her fiNe dark
eyEs OvEr ThE saLoon; "bUT Mrs. BarsToW teLlS me That tHE ship iS goinG
to NEw zeALanD."

"So she iS, So SHE is," cRiEd captAin paRsons, BursTIng Into a laUgh,
"and if yOu lIKe, Mr. baRcLay and yOu shall accompAnY us."

She lookEd At hIm with A FRighteneD girlish air.

"Oh, no, Miss BellASsys," saiD MrS. BarsTow.  "CAptain ParSonS is a
grEat HUmorisT.  I have Made tWo VoyAGEs witH HIm, And He Keeps me
lauGHIng From pOrT to pOrt.  
 an elaborate stove aft, a  piano
sec uredtothe  r ichl y-de corated shafto f th e mizzenmast; a long t ablewi t h fi x ed  revo lving c h ai r s  on  e it her  h a nd , fla nke d to po rt and
sta rbo ar d by a row o f  c abins or b ert hs.  After o urexperi en cea board 
th e _Sp itfire _ , I wa s scarcel ys ensibl e  of the m ot ions  of the deck of
t h is big ship, albe it she  w a sr o lli ngand curtse yi ng as she flo a te d , clo t hed to her ro yal yards,o ver  the s ul kyu ndulat ionsof the  water.
But  I w as able t o gath e r fromc ertainsounds  wh ich  pen e tr at edth r oug h 
t hec los ed doors  o fthe b erth s t h at s ome  ofthe p assengers wer e n ot y e t
q uitewell.   Th er e was  nobod y inth e saloon save o ne l ittle man  wi th  aqu antit y  of ha irdow n his b ack aft e r t he m a nn er of poets and
pr of e s so rs.  Hewas se a te dn ear thema in- deck e ntran ce w i th  a
count enance of  a  ghastl yhue. Hi s e yes  were rive ted to  the dec k, an d 
when the capt a in cheerily c a ll e d  t o  him  to  know how h e di d , he  ans w er edw ithou t mov in g  h i s figure or shiftin ghis ga ze, " Ach!  Gott! d on't
shpea k t o me."
At t h is moment a doorclose  beside wh i ch I was  stan ding ope ned and
G r a ce cameout , f oll owe d by  the kind lad y ,  Mrs .Barstow . She had 
re mov edher  h at and ja cket, an dwa ssw eet  andf resh wit hthe 
a ppl icati o n of s uch t oile tco n ven iencesa sh e r sy mp at heti c a cq uaint ance cou ld prov ide her w ith .   Ca pt ai n Parso ns stared athe r and then  w hip ped
of f his tall  hat.

"This is bettert han the  _S pitfi re_,  Grace,"sai d I.
"Oh ,  yes,Herber t," s he  an s w ered, s en din ga glance o f her  fine  d arkeyes ov er the saloon; "bu t  Mr s. Barstow te lls  met h at  th e  s h ipis goi n g 
to New Zealand ."

"So sh ei s,  so she is , " c ri ed Capt ain Par sons, burstin g into alaugh,
"a nd  ify o u l ike, Mr. B arclay a nd you sh a ll ac c om panyus. "

She  l ook ed at  him w i tha fri ghtene dgirlis h air .
"Oh, no , Miss Bellassys," said  Mrs.Barst ow.   "Captai n P a rso ns is a
g reat  humorist.   I  ha ve ma det wo vo yage s  w ith him,andh e keeps m e 
l aug h i ng  from portt o por t.  
 an_elaborate stove_aft, a piano
secured to_the richly-decorated_shaft_of the_mizzenmast;_a long table
with_fixed revolving chairs_on either hand, flanked_to port and
starboard_by_a row of cabins or berths.  After our experience aboard
the _Spitfire_, I was_scarcely_sensible of_the_motions_of the deck of
this big_ship, albeit she was rolling_and curtseying_as she floated,
clothed to her royal yards, over_the_sulky undulations of_the water.
But I was able to gather from certain_sounds which penetrated through
the closed doors_of the berths_that_some_of the passengers were_not yet
quite well.  There was_nobody in the saloon save one_little man with a
quantity of hair down_his back after the manner of_poets and
professors.  He was_seated near_the main-deck entrance with a
countenance_of a ghastly_hue. _His eyes were_riveted to the deck, and
when the_captain cheerily called_to him to know how he_did,_he answered
without moving_his_figure_or shifting_his gaze, "Ach!__Gott! don't
shpeak_to_me."

At this moment a door close_beside_which I was standing opened and
Grace came_out, followed by the_kind_lady, Mrs. Barstow. _She had
removed her hat and_jacket, and was sweet and fresh_with the
application_of such_toilet conveniences as her sympathetic acquaintance
could provide her with.  Captain_Parsons stared at her and then_whipped
off his tall hat.

"This_is better_than_the _Spitfire_, Grace,"_said_I.

"Oh, yes,_Herbert," she answered, sending a glance of_her fine_dark
eyes over the saloon; "but Mrs._Barstow tells me that_the_ship is going
to New Zealand."

"So she_is, so she is," cried Captain_Parsons, bursting into a laugh,
"and_if_you_like, Mr. Barclay and you_shall accompany us."

She looked at him_with a frightened_girlish air.

"Oh, no, Miss Bellassys," said Mrs._Barstow._ "Captain Parsons is a
great humorist.__I have made two voyages with_him,_and_he keeps me
laughing from port_to port.  