“Right gaily our bark’s glided over the ocean,
    Bright nature we’ve viewed in majestic array;
  But our own native shores we greet with emotion,
    For the heart of a Briton exults in her sway.”

CHAPTER VII.

    They journeyed at night
    In the pale moonlight,
  ’Mid sunshine and storm on they sail’d;
    Baffling winds and still calms
    Caused our friends no alarms,
  For Faith ever fearless prevail’d.

“It is of no use, Emma:  I cannot do it.  Girls are certainly a most persevering race of beings, and you deserve to be at the top of the class; for, if you determine to accomplish anything, I believe not even Mr. Stanley’s knock at the door, or, what would be more to you, Dora Leslie’s loving kiss, would make you swerve from your purpose.  Ah well!  You are quite welcome to the work; and if you are not tired, I know I am, and these very important articles may remain unpacked for the trouble I shall take.  I wonder you are so particular about them:  what signifies how they are put in, if you can but shut the box?  It can be of no consequence; and yet you have been on your knees for the last two hours, arranging and placing, until I am positively weary with watching you.”

“George!  George!  Where is your boasted patience?  Your fellow traveller in your anticipated voyage?  Only see what a trifling exertion makes you weary and complaining.  Now, suppose I act according to your sage proposition, and merely fill the trunk; we can then both jump on the lid, and make it shut—­what think you would be the effect?”

GEORGE.  “Well, my most patient sister, I think it very probable that my microscope would be smashed to atoms, and all your little knick knacks reduced to a similar condition.  But surely there is no necessity for such violent means to secure the lid:  let me see, I have no doubt it will shut quite easily.”

“There, you see it will not shut,” said Emma, as George in vain endeavored, by moderate pressure, to bring the lid to its proper place.  “Now the things must be arranged differently; and, if you will only help me this once, we shall have done before Dora or Mr. Stanley or any one else knocks at the door:  come, be my own good brother, and lay all these parcels carefully on the floor while I find places for them.”

Emma looked so irresistibly kind and coaxing, that George once more good humoredly set to work; and presently the carpet was strewed with packages, apparently sufficient to fill three such trunks, but which Emma was determined should be snugly packed into one.

The articles might almost be arranged alphabetically, there was such a miscellaneous collection; but the variety in their size and shape rendered it actually a puzzle to dispose them so as to allow space for all, without the hazard of any portion being crushed.