passenger list.

"The young lady in the sailor suit," said Miss Morris, gazing
at the top of the smoke-stack, "is Miss Kitty Flood, of Grand
Rapids. This is her first voyage, and she thinks a steamer is
something like a yacht, and dresses for the part accordingly.
She does not know that it is merely a moving hotel."

"I am afraid," said Carlton, "to judge from her agitation,
that hers is going to be what the professionals call
a`dressing-room' part. Why is it," he asked, "that the girls
on a steamer who wear gold anchors and the men in
yachting-caps are always the first to disappear? That man
with the sombrero," he went on, "is James M. Pollock, United
States Consul to Mauritius; he is going out to his post. I
know he is the consul, because he comes from Fort Worth,
Texas, and is therefore admirably fitted to speak either
French or the native language of the island."

"Oh, we don't send consuls to Mauritius," laughed Miss Morris.
"Mauritius is one of those places from which you buy stamps,
but no one really lives or goes there."

"Where are you going, may I ask?" inquired Carlton.

Miss Morris said that they were making their way to
Constantinople and Athens, and then to Rome; that as they had
not had the time to take the southern route, they purposed to
journey across the Continent direct from Paris to the Turkish
capital by the Orient Express.