everywhere in light or gloom.

A bell rang, an engine roared and rattled off. 'The train!' sighed
Horatia; 'we shall have to stay here all night.'

'Nonsense,' said Lucy, ready to shake her; 'there is another in an hour.
Stay quiet, do, or he will never find us.'

'Porter, ma'am--porrterr--'

'No, no, thank you,' cried Lucilla, darting on her rod-case and
carriage-bag to rescue them from a freckled countenance with claws
attached.

'We shall lose everything, Cilla; that's your trusting to a stranger!'

'All right; thank you!' as she recognized her possessions, borne on
various backs towards the station, whither the traveller escorted them,
and where things looked more civilized. Ratia began to resume her
senses, though weak and hungry. She was sorely discomfited at having to
wait, and could not, like the seasoned voyagers, settle herself to repose
on the long leathern couches of the waiting-room, but wandered, woebegone
and impatient, scolding her cousin for choosing such an hour for their
passage, for her desertion and general bad management. The merry,
good-natured Rashe had disappeared in the sea-sick, cross, and weary
wight, whose sole solace was grumbling, but her dolefulness only made
Lucilla more mirthful. Here they were, and happen what would, it should
only be 'such fun.' Recovered from the moment's bewilderment, Lucy
announced that she felt as if she were at a ball, and whispered a
proposal of astonishing the natives by a polka in the great empty boarded
space. 'The suggestion would immortalize us; come!' And she threatened
mischievously to seize the waist of the still giddy and aching-headed
Horatia, who repulsed her with sufficient roughness and alarm to set her
off laughing at having been supposed to be in earnest.

The hurry of the train came at last; they hastened down-stairs and found
the train awaiting them, were told their luggage was safe, and after
sitting till they were tired, shot onwards watching the beautiful
glimpses of the lights in the ships off Kingstown. They would gladly
have gone on all night without another disembarkation and scramble, but
the Dublin station came only too soon; they were disgorged, and hastened
after goods. Forth came trunk and portmanteau. Alas! none of theirs!
Nothing with them but two carriage-bags and two rod-cases!

'It seems to be a common predicament,' said Lucilla; 'here are at least
half-a-dozen in the same case.'

'Horrible management. We