“Ha, ha, ha, ha!”
“Oh, ye can laugh now, can ye?”
“Ha, ha, ha!”
“Well, the more of that music, the better for me.”
“Yes, dear; but go and tell him.”
Dick went down, and said, “I've got no money to spare, till I get to the Cape; but Phoebe has got a box full of suits, and I made her promise to keep it out. She will dress you like a prince, you may be sure.”
“Oh, that is it, is it?” said Reginald dryly.
Dick made no reply.
At nine o'clock they were on board the vessel; at ten she weighed anchor, and a steam-vessel drew her down the river about thirty miles, then cast off, and left her to the south-easterly breeze. Up went sail after sail; she nodded her lofty head, and glided away for Africa.
Phoebe shed a few natural tears at leaving the shores of Old England; but they soon dried. She was demurely happy, watching her prize, and asking herself had she really secured it, and all in a few hours?