A Little Girl in Old Boston
"Oh, I am so glad you didn't!" exclaimed Doris in affright. Then she smiled softly.
"Does it seem queer to be on land again?"
"Yes. I want to rock to and fro." She made a pretty movement with her slender body, and nodded her head.
"Are you very tired?"
"You were out five weeks."
"Is that a long while? I was homesick at first. I wanted to see Miss Arabella and Barby. Miss Henrietta is--is--not right in her mind, if you can understand. And she is very old. She just sits in her chair all day and mumbles. She was named for a queen--Henrietta Maria."
Aunt Priscilla gave a disapproving sniff.
"Supper's ready," said Mr. Leverett. "Come."
Warren took the small stranger by the hand, and she made a little courtesy, quite as if she were a grown lady.
"What an airy little piece of vanity!" thought Aunt Priscilla. "And whatever will