arbour, looked more like a yacht than a cargo boat.
Her paint was fresh. Her hull had fine lines. Her two masts and high
yellow funnel raked sharply aft. The brasswork on her bridge glittered
in the sunlight. But Kalliope stuck to her epithet.

"Mucky ship," she said, "once more."

"Once more" was a recent addition to her English. She had picked the
phrase up in the Queen's school, where indeed it was in constant use.
She knew what it meant; but it was not clear why she used it about the
steamer.

The Queen was excited, almost as much excited as Kalliope. Even to
dwellers in seaport towns there must, I think, always come a certain
thrill when a ship arrives from the sea. In Salissa, where ships
rarely come, where no steamer had been seen since the _Ida_ sailed,
the sudden coming of a strange craft was a moving event. And the
manner of her coming stirred the imagination. A ship which sails in by
day is sighted far off. Her shape is seen, her flag is read, perhaps,
long before she reaches the harbour. Half the interest of her coming
disappears as she slips slowly in, gazed at by all eyes, speculated
on, discussed by every tongue. But a ship which arrives by night is
full of wonder. At sunset she is not there. In the darkness she steals
in. No one sees her approach. She is there, rich in possibilities of
romance, to greet eyes opening on a new day.

The Queen and Kalliope had no morning swim that day. They were eager
to dress, to go out, to row across to the strange ship. They had no
time to waste in bathing. As they dressed they ran to and fro about
the room, never willing to take their eyes off the steamer for very
long. It was interesting to watch her. Men were busy about her decks
and a tall officer could be seen on her bridge. A boat was swung out
and lowered from the davits. She was manned by four rowers. The anchor
cable of the steamer was hove short. A warp was passed down to the
boat and made fast in her stern. Then the anchor was weighed and hung
dripping just clear of the water. The rowers pulled at their oars. The
boat shot ahead of the steamer. The warp was paid out for awhile and
then made fast on board the steamer. The work of towing began. The
boat, moving slowly in short jerks, headed for the shore. The officer
on the steamer's bridge directed the rowers, shouting. They made for
the entrance of the great cave. Close under the cliffs the steamer's
anchor was dropped again. Another anchor was run out by