The next morning, Drusilla looked for the first time upon the great American seaport, as seen from the windows of her room at the hotel.
From her point of view, she expected to see a thronged thoroughfare. She was agreeably disappointed, for she looked down upon a broad, clean, shady street, with a park on the opposite side, for the house was a quiet up-town one.
While she stood at the window, General Lyon came to the door to take her down to breakfast, in the public room, where at one of the little tables she found Anna and Dick already seated, and waiting for her.
After the usual greetings:
“This is the tenth,” said Anna; “we have six days to see all that we wish to see in New York, and so we must be busy, Drusa.”
“Yes,” answered Drusilla.
“But first of all, we must go and take a look at our steamer. I see by this morning’s paper that she got into port late last night,” said the General.
“You and I can go and do that, sir. The ladies need not accompany us unless they wish,” said Dick.
“Oh, but we do wish,” put in Anna. “I was never inside of an ocean-steamer in my life. Were you, Drusilla?”
“Of course not.”