But she was recognized by both the pilots, who raised their hats when she approached the pilot-house, and presently, when the captain came up, he gave her a chair inside the house, whence she could look and enjoy herself without feeling the cold wind that blew in from seaward.
Had not the captain and pilots, as requested, been cautious, our heroine would have been lionized, so to speak, on that trip, for there was an unusual number of passengers.
There was only one passenger on board who did approach her, and that was the grateful widow whom she had relieved in her dire distress.
CHAPTER XLI.
HATTIE’S WELCOME.
“Sakes alive, here she is! We were just a-talkin’ about you, me and Biddy here, for Germany can’t talk no more’n a cat to us.”
That was the welcome Miss Scrimp gave to Hattie Butler as she opened the door on the morning of her arrival in New York.
“Good-morning, Miss Scrimp,” said the latter, in her ever quiet, lady-like way. “I have returned, you see.”
“Yes’m, and I’m glad of it. I missed you so much. The girls have all been wild over what the papers said about you savin’ so many lives on the steamer. Was it all so?”
“I suppose it was, Miss Scrimp.”
“Sakes alive! Have you been to breakfast?”