She was going to discover the Old World.
The New was not more tremendous or unreal before the eyes of Columbus when he, too, stood on the poop of his ship.
Her son was arguing with the deck steward about chairs.
"Now, mother," he said at last, "it's all right.

They are under cover so that the glare will not strain your eyes, and we can keep dry while we watch the storms." "How did you know about it all?
One would think you had crossed a dozen times, George." "Oh, I've studied the whole thing up thoroughly," George said, with a satisfied little nod.

"I've had time enough! Why, when I was in petticoats you used to tell me you would buy a ship and we would sail away together.

You used to spoil all my school maps with red lines, drawing our routes." "Yes.

And now we're going!" said Frances to herself.
He sat down beside her and they watched the unending procession of passengers marching around the deck.