THE LUCK OF THE IRISH
"Well, if that guy's with us," thought William, "how we're going to love each other by the time we get to Bombay! For a nickel. …"
M-m-m-m! boomed the whistle. William ducked instinctively, and hurried on board.
"Nothing the matter with the old lady's lungs. That was some toot! Well, I guess this is good-by to little New York. See you later!"
As the ship drew out into the river he stood in the waist, watching the men close the hatches. He chanced to look up toward the promenade-deck. A young woman was in the act of crossing from starboard to port. The first thing that came into his range of vision was a pair of twinkling tan shoes. This range of vision, be it noted, was identical to that he had from his cellar window. His heart gave a great bound. His school-teacher was on board!
