uzzled.

"Then don't--leave me here, I am from Salem--myself," whereupon without
any more warning she promptly fainted away on the trunk.

The situation was becoming embarrassing. The assemblage grew larger,
and a more interesting and sympathetic audience I never saw. To an Irish
crowd, always warm-hearted and kindly, willing to take any trouble
for friend or stranger, and with a positive terror of loneliness, or
separation from kith and kin, the helpless creature appealed in every
way. One and another joined the group with a "Holy Biddy! what's this at
all?"

"The saints presarve us, is it dyin' she is?"

"Look at the iligant duds she do be wearin'."

"Call the docthor, is it? God give you sinse! Sure the docthors is only
a flock of omadhauns."

"Is it your daughter she is, ma'am?" (This to Salemina.)

"She's from Ameriky, the poor mischancy crathur."

"Give her a toothful of whisky, your ladyship. Sure it's nayther bite
nor sup she's had the morn, and belike she's as impty as a quarry-hole."

When this last expression from the mother of the long weak family fell
upon Salemina's cultured ears she looked desperate.

We could not leave a fellow-countrywoman, least of all could Salemina
forsake a fellow-citizen, in such a hapless plight.

"Take one cab with Francesca and the luggage, Penelope," she whispered.
"I will bring the girl with me, put her to bed, find her friends,
and see that she starts on her journey safely; it's very awkward, but
there's nothing else to be done."

So we departed in a chorus of popular approval.

"Sure it's you that have the good hearts!"

"May the heavens be your bed!"

"May the journey thrive wid her, the crathur!"

Francesca and I arrived first at the hotel where our rooms were already
engaged, and there proved to be a comfortable little dressing, or
maid's, room just off Salemina's.

Here the Derelict was presently ensconced, and there she lay, in a sort
of profound exhaustion, all day, without once absolutely regaining
her consciousness. Instead of visiting the National Gallery as I had
intended, I returned to the dock to see if I could find the girl's
luggage, or get any further information from the stewardess before she
left Dublin.

"I'll send the doctor at once, but we must learn all possible
particulars now," I said maliciously to poor Salemina. "It would be so
awkward, you know, if you should be arrested for abduction."

The doctor thought it was probably not