"There aren't any wholesale houses here, I'm sure.

Haven't you made a mistake, Uncle Shad ?" Shadrach, who had been consulting a page of his pocket memorandum book, replied that he cal'lated he'd got his bearin's, and, to the girl's astonishment, stopped before a brick dwelling with a colonial doorway and a white stone step which actually shone from scrubbing, and rang the bell.
The maid who answered the bell wore a white apron which crackled with starch.

She looked as if she too had, like the step, been scrubbed a few minutes before.
"This is No.--, ain't it ?" inquired the Captain.

"Humph! I thought so.
I ain't so much of a wreck yet but that I can navigate Boston without a pilot.

Is Mr.Keith in ?" The maid, who had received the pilot statement with uncomprehending astonishment, looked relieved.
"Yes, sir," she said.