d begged her to see that the trunks she
had pointed out were carried upon deck.

The woman stared at her, and dropped a low curtsey.

"La, Mem, you are one of the very few of our passengers who has been
kind enough to remember the stewardess. It's too bad--indeed it is. And
all the trouble that that Mrs. Dalton gave with her spoilt children, and
nasty black vagabond. And would you believe me, she went off without
bestowing on me a single penny! And worse than that, I heard her tell
the big fat woman, that never rose up in her berth, but to drink
brandy-and-water, 'That it was a bad fashion the Hinglish had of paying
servants, and the sooner it was got rid of the better.'

"'I perfectly hagrees with you,' said the fat woman; and so she gave
nothing;--no--not even thanks. Mrs. Major F---- pretended not to see me,
though I am sure I'm no midge; and I stood in the doorway on purpose to
give her a hint; but the hideous little old maid told me to get out of
the way, as she wanted to go upon deck to speak to the Major. Oh, the
meanness of these would-be fine ladies! But if ever they come to
Scotland in this boat again--won't I pay them off!"

Flora enjoyed these unsolicited confessions of a disappointed
stewardess; and she was forced to turn away her head for fear of
betraying a wicked inclination to laugh, which if indulged in at that
moment would, I have no doubt, have afforded her great satisfaction and
delight. As it was, she made no comment upon the meanness of her
fellow-passengers, nor consoled the excited stewardess by complaining of
their unlady-like conduct to herself.--What they were in their rank of
life, the stewardess was in hers. They were congenial souls--all
belonging to the same great family, and Flora was not a little amused by
the striking points of resemblance.

Bidding adieu to the Captain of the steamer, the Lyndsays and their
luggage were safely landed on the chain-pier at Newhaven; from thence
they proceeded to Leith, to the house of a respectable woman, the widow
of a surgeon, who resided near the Leith bank, and only a few minutes'
walk from the wharf.

CHAPTER XXI.

MRS. WADDEL.

Great was the surprise of Flora, when, instead of entering the house by
a front door, they walked up an interminable flight of stone stairs,
every landing comprising a distinct dwelling, or flat (as it is
technically termed), with the names of the proprietors marked on the
doors. At last they reached the f