kind to little Charlie. What have you brought for Charlie, John?"
"For Charlie? Well! if I did not forget him altogether, I had no time for going about bazaars. Regent Street for my money if you want anything."
This was a little scene invariably enacted after every voyage. Captain Hopkinson always gave it to be understood that his family had been utterly forgotten by him from the hour he sailed; and then, when the ship came up the river, immense stores of shawls, playthings, and trinkets, came pouring out for several days—rarities from every port at which he had touched.
The girls came back in their brown gowns, and hoped "Papa would not quite despise his Cinderellas," and still he thought them very superior to the Miss Wallaces, and hugged himself in the consciousness of two Indian shawls, now in his locker, on board the 'Alacrity.' His arm-chair was brought from its banishment. Mrs. Hopkinson became so fidgetty and so red in the face if any
