Ohstrom said to her. What is language, or what are
words, after all?
And the bright-buttoned, daintily dressed little
ship's doctor, whom poor Nora hardly knew in his shore
finery,--he made time to stop and tell her that the ship
was too early, and that she must not worry. Father, was
it, she was waiting for? "Oh, brother! Oh, he will be
sure to be here! Better sit down. Here is a chair.
Don't cry. I am afraid you had no breakfast. Take this
orange. It will cheer you up. I shall see you again."
Alas! the little doctor was swept away and forgot
Nora for a week, and she "was left lamenting."
For one hour went by, and two, and three. The
Swedish woman went, and the doctor went, and the girl
could see the captain go, and the mate that gave them
their orders every morning. The custom-house people
began to go. The cabs and other carriages for the gentry
had gone long before.
And poor Nora was left lamenting.
Then was it that that queer Salvation Army girl, with
a coal-scuttle for a bonnet, came up again. She had
smiled pleasantly two or three times before, and had
asked Nora to eat a bun. Poor Nora broke down and
cried heartily this time. But the other was patient and
kind, and said just what the others had said. Only she
did not go away. And she had the sense to ask if Nora
knew where the brother lived.
Pages:
244
245
246
247
248
249
250
251
252
253
254
255
256
257
258
259
260
261
262
263
264
265
266
267
268