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difficult to lie awake, for, after a week's 

 comfort at Mrs. Duffy's, my sister could 

 not drop to sleep on her Manchioneal 

 bed; so after a brief hour of endurance 

 she exclaimed, "Come, the rooster has 

 crowed. It is eleven, and I am going 

 to dress and sit up the rest of the 

 night to watch for the coach." So we 

 both dressed, got our luggage ready 

 and sat by the open door to keep our 

 vigil. Though common sense, taking 

 the place of a timepiece, told us that 

 it was not three o'clock, the waves 

 beating on the rocky shore every few 

 moments sounded like the coach tear- 

 ing along over the street, and we would 

 snatch up our hand bags, a plant 

 press filled with specimens, a large 

 basket of unmounted seaweeds and our 

 umbrellas and rush down the steps on- 

 to the street to hear nothing in either 

 direction but the beating waves, the 



