“At least,” she said, “our good papa, the Public, gives us wonderful sights to see, and good walking to our feet, as a better Father has given us this heavenly sky and this bracing air.”

And with those words the last heaviness of despondency left her face for that day.  And we plunged into the delicious adventure of exploring a new city, staring into windows as only strangers can, revelling in print-shops as only they do, really seeing the fine buildings as residents always forget to do, and laying up, in short, with those streets, nearly all the associations which to this day we have with them.

Two hours of this tired us with walking, of course.  I do not know what she meant to do next; but at ten I said, “Time for French, Miss Jones.” “Ah oui” said she, “mais ou?” and I had calculated my distances, and led her at once into Lafayette Place; and, in a moment, pushed open the door of the Astor Library, led her up the main stairway, and said, “This is what the Public provides for his children when they have to study.”

“This is the Astor,” said she, delighted.  “And we are all right, as you say, here?” Then she saw that our entrance excited no surprise among the few readers, men and women, who were beginning to assemble.

We took our seats at an unoccupied table, and began to revel in the luxuries for which we had only to ask that we might enjoy.  I had a little memorandum of books which I had been waiting to see.  She needed none; but looked for one and another, and yet another, and between us we kept the attendant well in motion.  A pleasant thing to me to be finding out her thoroughbred tastes and lines of work, and I was happy enough to interest her in some of my pet readings; and, of course, for she was a woman, to get quick hints which had never dawned on me before.  A very short hour and a half we spent there before I went to the station-house again.  I went very quickly.  I returned to her very slowly.

The trunk was not found.  But they were now quite sure they were on its track.  They felt certain it had been carried from pier to pier and taken back up the river.  Nor was it hopeless to follow it.  The particular rascal who was supposed to have it would certainly stop either at Piermont or at Newburg.  They had telegraphed to both places, and were in time for both.  “The day boat, sir, will bring your lady’s trunk, and will bring me Rowdy Rob, too, I hope,” said the officer.  But at the same moment, as he rang his bell, he learned that no despatch had yet been received from either of the places named.  I did not feel so certain as he did.

But Fausta showed no discomfort as I told my news.  “Thus far,” said she, “the Public serves me well.  I will borrow no trouble by want of faith.”  And I—­as Dante would say—­and I, to her, “will you let me remind you, then, that at one we dine, that Mrs. Grills is now placing the salt-pork upon the cabin table, and Mr. Grills asking the blessing; and, as this is the only day when I can have the honor of your company, will you let me show you how a Child of the Public dines, when his finances are low?”