"Where are we going?" asked the child, timidly. "Are we going to
walk all the way?"

"No," said the nurse, "we shall ride. There is an omnibus coming
now. We will get into it."

She beckoned to the driver who stopped his horse. Ida and her
companion got in.

They got out at the Jersey City ferry.

"Did you ever ride in a steamboat?" asked Mrs. Hardwick, in a tone
intended to be gracious.

"Once or twice," said Ida. "I went with brother Jack once, over to
Hoboken. Are we going there, now?"

"No, we are going over to the city, you can see over the water."

"What is it? Is it Brooklyn?"

"No, it is Jersey City."

"Oh, that will be pleasant," said Ida, forgetting, in her childish
love of novelty, the repugnance with which the nurse had inspired
her.

"Yes, and that is not all; we are going still further," said the
nurse.