"She was Clasped in her Father's Arms" (Page 148)
"Then you may look at me as much as you wish; and I shall be thankful it is not that Major Pierson who comes here, for he has stared me out of countenance every time he came," replied she, blushing a little.
"Then you don't like him, do you?" asked her father, with more interest than he cared to display.
"I like him well enough, but I wish he would not stare at me all the time. He seems to think I am good for nothing but to look at," replied Florry smartly.
But the entrance of Mr. and Mrs. Passford turned aside the inquiries the captain was making before he had satisfied himself, though he had obtained enough to afford him some hope. The greeting extended to the brother and nephew was all that could be expected or desired; and if the country had not been riven into two bitterly hostile sections, the interview could not have been more brotherly and affectionate. A full hour was used in talking about the trip of the Bellevite, so anxious were the family, including Florry, to hear the particulars of the voyage.
"But how in the world did you get here, Horatio, when every public conveyance that leads into the South has been discontinued?" asked Homer.
"I came as I came before," replied Horatio.
"You came in the Bellevite!" exclaimed Homer.
"I did."