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## THE SKJUTS-BOY.
thought that she might bave left the basket at home. " Is i,
hot here #" With these words shc began fo seek anxiously for
it in all corners.
" :No, I do hot find if, although I bave searched everywhere
for it. Corne up stairs, my child, and talk fo the flrst mate. Ite
received the things which were taken to the baggage-room, and
if may bave been left there."
" O! yes, that will probably be the case." Thus saying,
Amelia hastened up to the deck, accosted the first mate, and was
about going down with him, when two sunburnt children from
the shore offered ber some eleganç bouciuets of flowers, entreat-
ing ber fo buy some.
Amelia loved flowers, almost fo a passion; bu# unfortunately
she had hot a farthing in ber pocket. She stretched forth her
hand for one of the bouquets, and searched with anxious eyes
for ber fi#ther, who hot scldommand especially in the presence of
strangers–-bestowed such little attentions upon her, which of
course were hot thought of when they were af home. Unfor-
tunately ber fathcr was hot above, and with blushlng cheeks,
and not without a mournful look a# the flowers, as #vell as the
chil¢h’en who sold them, Amelia returned the bouquet. She
stammcred a bashful "Thank you, my child, I do not want any,"
and hastencd with ber mo#her down stairs.
The basket of cakes was soon round, but did hot console ber
mind, from thinking tha# some of the l#assengers had hOt seen
ber anxiety fo own the flowers.
_A_t len#-¢#h the hour of retirement arrived, l#Iadame de
Dressen and Amelia threw themselves into ont corner of the
soça. On the or.ber the lieutenant-colonel stretched himself out,
full-length, as comfortably as possible. After they had yawned,
stretched themselves, and complained of the heat, they became
silent. When Amelia’s regular breathing betokened that she
was asleep, the lieutenant-colonel tapped his wffe’s shoulder
with his lcad pencil.
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