"He'll miss it."
"No; he'll just do it."
"Come on!"
"He won't do it."
"Yes, he will. He's done it. Hurrah!"
In the very nick of time the cyclist arrived, sprang off his machine, and ran up the one gangway left.
"Cast off!" he cried.
It was the captain.
Much to the curious little girl's disgust, her elder sister and her girl friends had quickly closed the door of the back parlor, before she could wedge her small self in among them.