Then peace was restored between them.
Meanwhile Tommy sought his friend, Charley Barker, who was standing near an express wagon in the yard.
"Here's fun," exclaimed Charley. "Father's got a body which is to go to England, and I'm to go with the expressman and see it on board the steamer. Have you ever been on board a liner?"
"Never."
"Wouldn't you like to go?"
"I'll bet yer!" replied Tommy.
"That settles it. We've got to hurry up, as the steamer sails this afternoon. It's the Umbria, of the Cunard line, and their docks are in Jersey City," said Charley.
Tommy, boylike, was delighted at the chance of a little amusement of a novel nature, and waited with impatience for the appearance of the undertaker and the expressman, who at length came down the stairs with a handsome, polished, elm coffin.
It contained the body of an Englishman, whose friends were desirous of having it sent to the old country, so that he might rest with his forefathers.
"Hurry with this to the Umbria, Charley," said the undertaker. "Are you going along, Tommy Smithers?"