He led the way on deck, and then below.
"This ship is somewhat old," explained Captain Brown, "but she is still staunch and seaworthy. As you see, she has once been a passenger boat, and in fact, she still carries passengers—when we can find some who would rather spend twelve days in comfort than be rushed across in six or seven by the latest greyhounds. I say, when we can find such sensible people," repeated the captain, as he looked curiously at his guests.
The dining room was spacious, the berths of the large, roomy kind which the grasp for economy and capacity had not yet cut down.
"This is a nicer state room than I had coming over," declared Lucy. "Why can't we return with Captain Brown?"
"I should be delighted," said the captain. "The booking offices are on Water Street."
"When do you sail?" asked the father.
"In three days, I believe we shall be ready."
"And your port?"
"New York."
"Your cargo?"