As Isabel entered, I saw that Mr.Dod was making the wildest efforts to communicate something to me with his left eye.
"Come, young people," repeated Mrs.Portheris.
"Do you think it's safe for so many ?" asked Dicky doubtfully.

"Suppose anything should _give_, you know!" Mrs.Portheris looked undecided.

Momma, from the interior, immediately proposed to get out.
"Safe as a church," remarked the Senator.
"What _do_ you mean, Dod ?" demanded Mr.Mafferton.
"Well, it's like this," said Dicky; "Miss Wick is rather nervous about overcrowding, and I think it's better to run no risks myself.

You all go down, and we'll follow you next trip.

See ?" "I suppose you will hardly allow _that_, Mrs.Wick," said our relation, with ominous portent.
"_Est ce que vous voulez a descendre, monsieur ?_" inquired the official attached to the elevator, with some impatience.
"I don't see what there is to object to--I suppose it _would_ be safer," momma replied anxiously, and the official again demanded if we were going down.
"Not this trip, thank you," said Dicky, and turned away.