"Where is my tea?"
"Oh, my dear child," exclaimed the conscience-stricken man. "I am so very sorry! But the tea was detestable—perfectly detestable! I could not bring you such stuff. I am so very sorry, Violet, my precious."
"Well, never mind. Bring me a glass of ice water from the cooler."
He obeyed her, and when she had drank, took back the tumbler.
A porter came along and lighted the lamps in the cars, for it was now fast growing dark.
The train sped on.
Our travelers reached Baltimore late at night, changed cars at midnight for New York, and reached that city the next morning in time to secure the passage they had engaged.
At noon they sailed in the Arctic for Liverpool.