With Hally, smiling in his sleep.

An hour they drifted, till the boat

From the low shore one scarce might note.

The kitten climbed the prow, and mewed

Against the watery solitude.

Then Hally woke, and stared with eyes

Grown round and dark with grieved surprise.

Where were the children gone? And where

The gray old wharf, the weedy stair?

Bewildered, and but half awake,