The General and Dick were waiting in the hall, and the hired carriage was at the door.
“Only let me see little Lenny and his attendants safe in the park first, and then I will join you,” said Drusilla, who was leading in her hand her little boy; who now, being seventeen months old, could walk and talk quite prettily.
“It is only across the street. It will not take us two minutes,” added Anna.
“And I am so much afraid of his being run over by carriages,” pleaded the young mother.
“Oh, go, go!” laughed the General.
And Drusilla and Anna saw their little charge safely across the street and within the enclosure of the green and shaded park; where, with many warnings and instructions to his attendants, they left him with Pina for his bearer and Jacob for his body-guard.
Then they returned and joined their own protectors.
“See how patiently he is waiting for us! Had ever any one such a dear, indulgent old uncle as I have?” said Drusilla, fondly regarding the old man as she approached.
In two more minutes they were all in the carriage, and rolling down the avenue towards Broadway.
They were nearly an hour in reaching their ship, which, with her passengers and freight all discharged, was lying quietly at her pier.