ear her tongue going from morning till night;
and very often, at the latter period, addressing her next-door neighbour
whenever she guessed that she was not asleep. There were two young men,
Tom Loftus and Jack Ivyleaf by name, going out as settlers. With the
former, who was gentlemanly and pleasing, Charles Dicey soon became
intimate. A card, with the name of Mr Henry Paget, had been nailed to
the door of one of the cabins hitherto unoccupied. "I wonder what he is
like," said Emily to her sister May. "His name sounds well, but of
course that is no guide. Captain Westerway says an agent took his
passage, and that he knows nothing about him." At length a
slightly-built gentleman, prepossessing in his appearance, if not
handsome, came up the side, and presented a card with Mr Henry Paget on
it. The steward immediately showed him into his cabin, where for a
short time he was engaged in arranging several cases and other articles.
He then going on deck, took a few solitary turns, apparently admiring
the scenery. Returning below, he produced a book from his greatcoat
pocket and began reading, proceedings duly remarked and commented on by
his fellow-passengers. "Who can he be?"

"What is taking him out to New Zealand?" were questions asked over and
over again, without eliciting any satisfactory reply.

In the second cabin there was a Mr and Mrs Bolton, very estimable
people apparently, from the way they took care of their children. There
was an oldish man, James Joel, and a young farmer, Luke Gravel. The
last person who came on board told the mate, Bill Windy, as he stepped
up the side, that his name was Job Mawson. He had paid his
passage-money, and handed his ticket. Windy, who was a pretty good
judge of character, eyed him narrowly. The waterman who had put him on
board, as soon as the last article of his property was hoisted up,
pulled off to the opposite side of the Sound from which the emigrants
had come, and thus no information could be obtained from him. There was
an unpleasant expression on the man's countenance. His glance was
furtive, and he always seemed to be expecting some one to touch him on
the shoulder, and say, "You are wanted;" so Charles remarked to his
sisters.

It would be impossible to describe all the people. There were three
other young ladies in the first cabin, and the steerage passengers were
generally respectable persons, whose object in emigrating was to find
sufficient scope