ox of chocolates in the top of your steamer trunk. I put them
there myself. Be sure you think of me when you eat them. Don't you want
to try your new rug? I don't believe that it will be half warm enough.
And, oh, Bee! do write every day, and tell me everything. Everything! Do
you hear? I wish I were going."

"Well, you will have a nice time in New York anyway," consoled Bee, who
was trying very hard not to be excited. "Doesn't the city look
beautiful?"

"It's wonderful!" agreed Adele ecstatically. "Next to going to Egypt I
would rather be here than anywhere. How tall the buildings are!"

"Aren't they?" answered Bee with enthusiasm. "They seem just like cliffs
with swallows nests in them. The buildings, the crowds, the shops, and
now this great steamer, and all the other vessels seem marvelous to me.
Just look what a picture it makes, Adele."

Adele leaned over the railing of the iron-girted steamer, and looked
long and earnestly at the wondrous city lying under the flicker of
Liberty's torch.

The rugged sky line along the western shore of the city was indeed
picturesque under the afternoon sun. The sky was of deepest blue with
not a cloud to mar its brilliancy. The silver and gray waters of the bay
were dotted with crafts of every description. Saucy tugs darted hither
and thither watching for opportunities to offer their services to some
great liner to put out from its dock; ferry boats plied unceasingly
between the New York and the Jersey shores; excursion steamers crowded
with pleasure seekers passed and repassed until one would suppose the
entire population of the city was on merrymaking bent. Sail boats, and
great steamers like their own filled the docks, or dotted the waters.

All West Street was crowded with people come to see the departure of the
liners. Across the broad plaza of the street came hansom cabs,
automobiles, coaches, and vehicles bristling with trunks and other
baggage; fruiterers' wagons scraped wheels with florists' vehicles, and
venders of every sort with their wares filled the spaces between in
search of possible purchasers.

Inside the pier the cabs threaded their way through freight piled
mountains high to canvas covered gangways leading to the first saloon.
The promenade deck was crowded with those who were to sail, and those
who had come to see them off. Some were walking up and down the deck
excitedly, others were standing about in groups. It was a busy, exciting
scene. One so new