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IT is a fine evening in autumn, and little 
Katey is standing at her father's door, near 
the quay, at Douglas, Isle of Man. The 
steam packet is just going to sail for Eng- 
land, and a great many people are hurrying 
by to go on board. Porters are carrying 
heavy boxes, and hampers, and trunks, and 
sacks to the custom house, near the end of 
the quay, that the custom house officers may 
look in to see that no passenger is taking 
anything away with him that he ought not. 
And in the midst of all this bustle Katey is 
looking on. She can see the red chimney of 
the steam packet in the distance, and she is 
just wishing that she was going to England 
too, for she has never been off the quiet lifetle 
island ; and she thinks that great big Eng- 
land, with its large towns and many people, 


must be a wonderful place. She would at 
least try to get on board for a little while be- 
fore the vessel sailed. 

So little Katey, not considering what a 
wrong thing she is going to do, runs into the 
house for her every-day bonnet, which she 
knows she shall find hung on a peg of the 
hat stand. But first she peeps into the par- 
lour, where her mama is nursing the baby to 
sleep, and her papa reading ; both of them 
believing that Katey is with Ann, the maid, 
in the kitchen, helping to wipe apples, to 
keep through the winter : ^Kd indeed, if Ann 
If^i been a thoughtful good /resjjant, what 
weltfe about to relate would neverna^^ip. 
peneck But Ann chose to slip out to a friend 
in the yard, leaving Katey to wipe the apples 
by herself; and then it was that 41ie little 
girl, growing tired of her employ mem, walked 
unobserved upstairs, and openmg* the street 
door, stood gazing on the passers-by as we- 
have seen. ^T' 

Katey's papa and mama did not perceive 
her curly head peeping in at the parlour 
door. So she put on her bonnet and ran 
out, tying the strings as well as she could as 
she hurried along the quay with the crowd. 


No one noticed her; for Low could they sup- 
pose that such a little girl could be going, 
all alone, into a large steam packet full of 
passengers, and fish, and cattle, and rough 
sailors ! 

Katey on board the packet ! TVhat a bus- 
tle there is on Douglas quay ! How the 
passengers and porters bustle and push each 
other as they haste to the narrow gangway 
of the steamer and down the stairs to the 
deck ! A policeman tries to keep them in 
order, while they pass him, one by one, from 
the shore ; but he has hard work of it, for 
there are many going, and the evening is so 
very fine that every one is full of spirits. 

Our friend Katey slipt quietly on board 
the packet behind a decent countrywoman ; 
and as the little girl was dressed in her 
checked pinafore, printed frock, and common 
bonnet, every one took her to be the coun- 
trywoman's child. And when she was once 
on board, she kept so still, looking about her, 
and everybody else was so busy, that no onj 
took any notice of her whatever. 

' But was she not afraid ?' asks a littla 
reader. Iso, my dear, not yet. The scene 


was so strange and new, that she felt nothing 
but astonishment for many minutes. She : 
had got close by the luggage, where it 1 
was being piled on a heap near the boiler, 
and was watching the sailors in the other- 
part of the vessel, called the steerage. They 
tvere as busy as so many bees, clearing the, 
deck, rolling the great barrels of fish into 
their proper places, mopping up the wet and 
dirt, coiling thd) ropes out of the way of the- 
passengers, and placing benches for them to 
sit upon. After a while the countrywoman 
went and sat upon one of these with some 
other women and a manyiand Katey was 
going to sit down too, for sKe was tired or 
standing, when she happened to catch sight of 
two very pretty little calves in a stall under the 
gangway. They looked very much frightened, 
and Katey pitied them exceedingly. So she 
ran to them, and began stroking and talking' 
to them ; and so busily was she thus occu- 
pied, that she never noticed the ringing of 
the bell that summoned ashore all the people 
who did not intend sailing to England, but 
had only come on board the steam packet to 
bid farewell to their friends. *\ King, ring, 
ring, ting, ting, ting, went the bell, louder 


aud louder, and still Katey took no notice ot 
it, her whole attention being given to sooth- 
ing the patient little calves, and patting their 
pretty red heads. The vessel was cleared, 
the bell ceased to ring, the engine began to 
make the paddles spin round and round, the 
pier with its crowded edge passed rapidly by, 
and little Katey was on the open sea, sad- 
ing away with a fair breeze to England. 


will you do now, little Katey ? and 
your poor father and mother, Katey, what 
are they doing? They missed their little 
daughter a quarter of an hour ago, and after 
making vain inquiries of the servant Ann, 
can only learn that she last saw her young 
mistress in the kitchen, busy with the 
rosy apples. They search every corner of 
frhe house. Then the anxious father turns 
his hopes in another direction, and sending 
the servant one way, himself goes another, to 
ask all the neighbours whether they have 
Been little Katey. They return seriously 


alarmed, for no one has seen her ; and the 
heart-sick mother searches the house once 
more, and this trme in the most unlikely 
places, with a despairing hope of finding 
her darling stout 'little girl as she is fast 
asleep in some drawer or box ! Vain hope ! 
poor mother's heart ! It' is now quite dark, 
and early people are going to bed, when 
a neighbour steps in to say, with e^ger^ 
half-frighted face, that John Quail, a poor 
half-witted boy, saw Miss Katey running 
along the quay in her bonnet and pinafore. 
If John Quail had not been a poor half-wit>- 
ted fellow, he would also have told that it 
was just before the steam packet sailed, and 
then the sorrowful parents would have had a 
clue to the whereabouts of their missing lit- 
tle one. But as he omits to say that, and 
they enquire in vain of the old sailors still 
idling about the quay, a dreadful fear seizes 
upon them ; they scarcely dare to whisper it 
to themselves, can their dear child kave 
fallen over the quay into ihe dark green 
waters below ? 



THE vessel rode on ; the waves foamed and 
swelled, and dujhtu" llfV i ....... ^.i>. The 

moon came from behind ti cloud, and one of 
her beams dm ltd buiit?atl-4he gfmgrvay of 
--Uie stc?m> packet 

fell on the brow and curling 
tresses of a sleeping child. 

' I say, Jem, saw you ever the like ?' 

Jem, the sailor, came round the gangway 
stairs- at this rough summons from his mate, 
who >vas standing looking at the stall where 
the ciiives were confined. 

' AVhat is it ?' enquired Jem. 

' V," .v, '.'.i-m't. you see that little curly head 
in the corner with the calves ?' 

Join looked closer, and there indeed, re- 

vealed by the moonlight, lay the weary, sor- 

rowful form of our poor little Katey. Her 

v had fiflien oil', and she was in a sound 

slumber. She had wept herself to sleep. 

Katey had not understood her real position 
until, having patted the calves to her heart's 
content, she was roused by the quietness 
succeeding to the bf-.stie that had failed to 


attract her attention. Himning then to the 
side of the steam packet, for the sea was 
calm, and the vessel rode smoothly as yet, 
and people could walk steadily on the deck, 
she observed with dismay that the quay, 
and the town, and her own dear home, and 
the very shores of her native island were 
almost out of sight. 

Her first impulse was to scream alfAid ; 
hut Katey was a shy child, and when she 
looked around, and saw the number of stmnge 
faces on board, she dared not scream. So 
she hurried back to the calves, who appeared 
to be her only friends, and after looking at 
them awhile with eyes dim with tears, she 
crept quietly into the stall, and hid herself in 
its darkest corner, where the little lost child 
cried until she could cry no longer, as she 
thought of her dear papa and mama, and her 
sweet little baby-brother, whom she thought 
she should never see again. ^Now she knew 
what a foolish child she had been, and wor.Id 
have given all the world to be in her own 
suug little bed, with her kind mama bending 
over her pillow to bestow the good-night 
kiss. In the midst of her sad thoughts and 
trouble she fell asleep; and after drearcmg 


that she was drowning in Douglas bay, and 
that she saw her papa and mama stretching 
out their arms in vain to save her, site slept 
until discovered by the two sailors, as we 
have already seen. 


DEAB me !' exclaimed the captain, when 
Jem and his friend, having awakened Katey, 
presented her before him, and told him how 
they had found her, and that she was quite 
alone, * dear me ! what ? come on board by 
yourself! Whom do you belong to, littlft 
girl ? What's your name ?' 

' Katey,' sobbed the child. 

' And who is your father, my dear ?' 

' My father is Philip Hanson.' 

* I Know him,' said one of the men. ' He 
lives at Douglas, just off the quay.' 

'I know him too. I've bought goods at 
his warehouse,' observed a lady ; for all the 
passengers had pressed to tin? division be- 
tween the steerage and fore cabin, io see the 


poor child, who looked so lost and bewildered, 
and sobbed so bitterly. 

' "What shall I do with her P' enquired the 
captain, in dismay ; ' I have nowhere to take- 
her to till the vessel sails again.' 

' Captain/ said the lady who had spoken 
before, ' will you trust her with me ? I will 
take her to my house in Liverpool until the 
return of the packet.' 

1 "What do you say, my dear,' asked the 
captain, of the little girl ; ' von. see, I can't 
put about and convey you home now, and 
you will not be able to return till Friday. 
Will you go with this kind lady r' 

Looking up through her tears, Katey met 
the gaze of the pleasant motherly face that 
smiled so kindly upon her. 'Yes,' she re- 
plied softly, * I will go.' 

The lady drew her to her side, and began 
to converse with her ; and the little girl had 
soon acquainted her new friend with the his- 
tory of her thoughtless flight from home, of 
her repentance and misery. Then the lady 
spoke very gently to her, and told her ho\r 
she 1 , would take her to visit her own little 
children at irlnjir Koine in Liverpool until she 


could place her beneath the care of the good 
captain to return to the Isle of Man. 

After a while Katey became very sick, for 
by this time the packet was out in the open, 
sea, quite out of sight of land ; and then, oh! 
how she wished more than ever that she had 
not been so silly as to leave her dear parents 
and her pleasant home. But the kind lady, 
whose name was Mrs. Stephens, took great 
care of her, laying her down gently on a sofa 
'n the saloon, and bathing her forehead with 
eau de Cologne, until, at length, she fell into 
a troubled sleep. 


WHAT a bustle, what a hurrying of im- 
mense waggons and huge drays, of coaches 
and carriages, and people. Surely some un- 
usual occurrence has drawn the crowd to- 
gether ; the streets cannot always be so busy ? 
Katey had never seen so many people in her 
life before. 

The coach rattles along, and comes into a 
more quiet part of the town. At length 
they reach Rodney Street: Katey 's friend 



points out the name, and tells her that they 
will be at home immediately. The street 
looks dull after the bustle they have passed 
through ; but Katey is glad of the quietness, 
for her little brain was beginning to turn. 
The coachman draws up before a row of gen- 
teel houses. Two rosy children come skip- 
ping- down the steps of the door opposite 
which the coach stopped. * Mama ! mama !' 
they cry in the gladness of their hearts ; and 
mama, having left the coachman and the lug- 
gage to the care of the housemaid, tenderly 
embraces her dear ones, and then introduces 
Katey, still in her straw bonnet and pinafore, 
and wofully tumbled and dirty after her sea 

' Xow, my dear/ said Mrs. Stephens to 
Katey, M-hen she had a little recovered her 
recollection, 'you shall go upstairs with 
Sarah, the housemaid, and Emma and Grace 
frhall go with you. Emma dear, you and, 
Katey are nearly the same size. Do you 
think we can select a set of your clean clothes 
for her ? While they are airing, Sarah will 
help her to wash, and brush her hair, and 
assist her to dress.' 
* Emma was delighted with the task assigned 


her, aud tho three children went off together. 

How pleasant our little truant Manx girl 
looked, when she came down again, clean and 
rosy, with her hair nicely brushed, and one of 
Emma's pretty gingham frocks on ! 

It was two days before the packet would 
sail on its return to the Isle of Man. Mrs. 
Stephens was extremely anxious to send a 
letter to Katey's parents, for she knew how 
miserable they must be; but there was no 
other vessel sailing to the isle except that 
which would take bad; Katey herself, the 


best comfort. So there was nothing for it bat 
patience ; and Katey endeavoured to amuse 
herself with her new playmates, though not 
without seeding many a sorrowful thought 
^across the sea to that dear home where fond 
despiring hearts almost gave her up as dead. 


KATEY remained two whole days with her 
friends, Mrs. Stephens, and Emma and Grace, 
and on the third the packet was to sail. So 
Mrs. Stephens ordered a coach, and she and 
her two little daughters, with Katey, drove 
down to the Clarence dock, where the Swal- 
low, easily to be distinguished from the other 
vessels by its tall red chimney, was prepar- 
ing for the voyage. Then Katey was taken 
on board, and the captain desired the stew- 
ardess to pay her every attention. 

How kind the good Liverpool lady had 
been to her little visitor ! She had had her 
clothes nicely washed, and the ribbons of her 
bonnet smoothed, and had presented her with 
& nictf warm cloak and gloves, that Katey 


might return to her home like a respectable 
little girl who had been paying a regular visit 
to England, instead of looking like a silly, little 
child as she was, who had run away from her 
home. Besides all this, Katey carried with 
her a pretty basket filled to the brim with 
biscuits, apples, figs, and such other good 
things, and having a tiny note at the bot- 
tom of all, written by Mrs. Stephens her- 
self to Katey's parents, to explain what had 
occurred, and also to say how much pleased 
she should be if they would allow Katey to 
visit her in the spring. 

The day is almost as warm as in summer ; 
a gentle breeze just ruffles the surface of the 
shining waters, and waves the brown curls of 
our friend Katey, who is standing on the deck 
of the Swallow, eagerly gazing in the direc- 
tion where she expects to catch the first 
glimpse of her native isle. She was sitting 
on deck in the course of the afternoon, eat- 
ing a biscuit, for she began to feel hungry, 
when the captain tapped her on the shoul- 

' Well, my little maid,' said he, kindly, 
' would you like a peep at the shores of 
lovely Manx ?* meaning the Isle of Maa. 


* Oh yes ! l and Katey jumped and clapped 
her hands ; ' Oh yes, sir. Are we near ? do 
show me !* 

The captain led her to the forepart of the 
vessel, w T here he mounted her on a large cask. 

1 Do you see that cloud in the distance, 
just on the edge of the waves ?' 

Katey looked very hard, and at length dis- 
cerned what indeed appeared only like a dim 
haze, but which, the captain assured her, was 
one of the precipitous hills of the Isle of 
Man. There was no hunger after this ; she 
could not eat a single mouthful, her little 
heart was too full as she thought of the near 
meeting with her beloved parents. 



IT is six o'clock in the evening ; the sun 
is throwing his level rays across the white- " 
washed houses, the glittering bay, and pic- 
turesque rocks of Douglas. The quay is 
crowded with people, who are waiting to wel- 
come their friends and relatives, expected by 
the Swallow. And now the good old packet 
comes slowly in sight, seen first by the smoke 
from her tall chimney. Nearer and nearer 
she draws ; the captain mounts the gangway 
to issue his final orders ; the seamen are all 
busy aiding her entrance into port. Katey, 
her cheeks flushed with excitement, her heart 
beating rapidly, is mounted on the cask 
wondering if it be possible that her parents 
guess where she has been, and are there to 
meet her. tut no ! as the vessel passes 
along the quay, friendly faces smile upon 
their acquaintances on board, and hats are 
waved and hands are held out, but no one 
is waiting for poor little Ivatey. Yet, as she 
continues to gaze, she sees one or two whom 
ehe knows, after lifting up their hands and 



eyes wonderingly, break away and run as hard 
as they can in the direction of her father's 
house. And before the vessel quite stops, 
she sees her dear papa, pale and agitated 
waiting impatiently until he can pass on the 
boat, and embrace his dear little girl once 

' Your mother, my own darling, your poor 
mother is very ill. Oh ! Katey how could you 
grieve us so ?' 


Katey's father hurried her home. Her 
mother had fainted quite away on learn- 
ing from a breathless neighbour the joyful 
news that her little girl, whom she almost be- 
lieved to be drowned in the green waters of 
the bay, and long since carried out by the re- 
tiring waves to her grave in the wide ocean, 
had returned safe ; so little Katey found her 
poor despairing, and now too happy mother 
lying, pale and exhausted, on the sofa. As 
Katey came running in, she strove to rise 
and meet her, and press her to her thankful 
heart. But she was too weak with the mis- 
ery of those three dreadful days ; and Katej 
rushed to her embrace as she lay, and poureci 
forth all her sorrow, and repentance, and joy 
at returning home, in one long gush of 



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