Never was finer weather, a clearer sky, a calmer sea, or a swifter voyage than blessed the Persia, which sailed on that Saturday morning of May 28th.
Only those of the most bilious temperaments suffered from seasickness. None of our party were affected.
All the passengers rejoiced at the prosperity of the voyage—all except Wynnette, who longed to see a storm at sea.
She was disgusted.
“I had just as lief travel in a canal boat!” she growled, when they were about halfway across the Atlantic.
She was bound to be disappointed to the last. The voyage was continued in the finest early summer weather, until in the dead of a moonlight night the steamer anchored in the Cove of Cork.
Early the next morning all the passengers were out on deck to see the beautiful bay with its lovely hilly shores, and its picturesque little port of Queenstown.
The ship remained at anchor only long enough to deliver mails and freight, and then she put to sea again and headed for the mouth of the Mersey.
Wynnette, Elva and Rosemary remained on deck all day feasting their eyes on the shores of England, the isles of the channel, and later on the green banks of the Mersey with its pretty towns and villages, castles and cottages.
Early in the afternoon the ship reached Liverpool.