Hephzy gasped and stopped short.
“It IS a mistake, Hosy!” she cried. “Where is the steamer?”
I smiled. I felt almost as “green” and bewildered as she, but I tried not to show my feelings.
“It is all right, Hephzy,” I answered. “This is the steamer. I know it doesn't look like one, but it is. This is the 'Plutonia' and we are on board at last.”
Two hours later we leaned together over the rail and watched the lights of New York grow fainter behind us.
Hephzibah drew a deep breath.
“It is so,” she said. “It is really so. We ARE, aren't we, Hosy.”
“We are,” said I. “There is no doubt of it.”
“I wonder what will happen to us before we see those lights again.”
“I wonder.”