"We will be at Queenstown some time to-night. It will be quite a curious
sight in the moonlight. Wouldn't you like to stay up and see it?"

"I think I would," she answered. "I take so few ocean voyages that I
wish to get all the nautical experiences possible."

The young man looked at her sharply, then he said--

"Well, the stop at Queenstown is one of the experiences. May I send the
steward to rap at your door when the engine stops?"

"Oh, I shall stay up in the saloon until that time?"

"It may be a little late. It may be as late as one or two o'clock in
the morning. We can't tell. I should think the best thing for you to do
would be to take a rest until the time comes. I think, Miss Earle, you
need it."

It was a little after twelve o'clock when the engine stopped. The saloon
was dimly lighted, and porters were hurrying to and fro, getting up the
baggage which belonged to those who were going to get off at Queenstown.
The night was very still, and rather cold. The lights of Queenstown
could be seen here and there along the semi-circular range of hills on
which the town stood. Passengers who were to land stood around the deck
well muffled up, and others who had come to bid them good-bye were
talking sleepily with them. Morris was about to send the steward to Miss
Earle's room, when that young lady herself appeared. There was something
spirit-like about her, wrapped in her long cloak, as she walked through
the half-darkness to meet George Morris.