"They've burnt a few fire crackers this morning; but, it's nothing to what they do at Boston.

Law, why you should see the goings on there'll be in front of Faneuil Hall to-night, when the `Bonfire Boys' set to work!" "By that time, I imagine, I'll be on the sea," said Fritz.

"Your father told us last evening that he would start to-day if the wind was fair, and I noticed a bit of a breeze blowing through my window when I was dressing." "Yes," put in Mrs Brown; "and he said this mornin', 'fore he went off down town, to tell you to be sure and hurry up as soon as ever you'd swallowed your breakfast--not for what I want to hasten you away, though!" "Did he ?" said Fritz, bolting a bit of buckwheat cake and hastily rising from the table.

"If that's the case, I'd better be off to see about my traps." "Bless you, they're all aboard hours ago! Eric took them with him when he started off with pa," remarked Celia demurely.
"Oh, you saw him before he went, then ?" said Fritz.
"Yes, I wished your brother good-bye," replied the girl, colouring up.
"Oh!" repeated Fritz meaningly, with a sly glance at her.
"And now, Mr Dort, we must wish you good-bye, too," interposed Mrs Brown, in order to distract his attention from Celia, who looked a bit confused by Fritz's interrogatories respecting Master Eric.
"Aren't you coming down to see us off ?" said he.
"Guess not," replied Mrs Brown with much composure, her husband's departure with his ship being of such periodic occurrence as to have long since lost all sense of novelty.

"We'll see you when you get out in the bay, and wish you good luck in the distance.