Dorothy's Travels

All aboard—what’s goin’! All ashore—what ain’t! The stentorian shout of the colored steward, so close to Dorothy’s ear, made her jump aside with a little scream. Then as she saw that the boat hands were about to draw the gang plank back to the steamer’s deck, she gave another little cry and fairly pushed Alfaretta toward it. “Never mind hugging me now, girlie, you must go or you’ll be left!” But the lassie from the mountain only smiled and answered: “I don’t mind if I am. Look a-here!” and with that she pulled a shabby purse from the front of her blouse and triumphantly displayed its contents.