Phil and Ella.
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"I don't think you need trouble yourself much about it. The steamer will come back as soon as they miss you," I continued, very much moved when I saw the tears starting in her eyes.
"I'm afraid they won't miss me."
"Why, certainly they will," I protested, earnestly. "Won't you ride down to the landing?"
She glanced at the dirty wagon. She appeared to be tired after her long walk, and the invitation was a temptation to her; but the character of the vehicle did not please her. I had put a clean box on the wagon to contain the small stores I had purchased.
"You can sit on this," I added, pointing to the box.
"I don't think I can get into the wagon."
I jumped upon the ground, and placed the box near the vehicle, so that she could use it as a step. I did not understand the rules of gallantry well enough to offer to assist her when she really needed no assistance. She stepped upon the box, and, grasping one of the stakes, easily mounted the platform. I placed the box in the middle of the wagon, and she seated herself. I drove slowly to the landing-place, so that the motion of the rude vehicle might not disturb her.
"I am afraid they won't come back to-night," said she, as she strained her eyes in gazing up the river.
"Your friends on board would compel the captain to return; but he is a very good man, and I think he will be willing."