They joined the stream of people going up to get their tickets, but when Harriet asked for hers, the clerk eyed her suspiciously, and said: "You just stand aside, you two; I'll attend to your case bye and bye."
Harriet led the young girl to the bow of the boat, where they were alone, and here, having no other help, she, as was her custom, addressed herself to the Lord. Kneeling on the seat, and supporting her head on her hands, and fixing her eyes on the waters of the bay, she groaned:
"Oh, Lord! You've been wid me in six troubles, don't desert me in the seventh!"
"Moses! Moses!" cried Tilly, pulling her by the sleeve. "Do go and see if you can't get tickets now."
"Oh, Lord! You've been wid me in six troubles, don't desert me in the seventh."
And so Harriet's story goes on in her peculiarly graphic manner, till at length in terror Tilly exclaimed:
"Oh, Moses! the man is coming. What shall we do?"
"Oh, Lord, you've been wid me in six troubles!"
Here the clerk touched her on the shoulder, and Tilly thought their time had come, but all he said was:
"You can come now and get your tickets," and their troubles were over.