Then at the Folkestone harbour, down they go
Across the gangway to the boat below;
Mabel and Rose just crossing you can see,
Each holding her new doll most carefully.
Nellie, Miss Earle, and bertie too appear,
Whilst Dennis, with the rugs, brings up the rear.
May looks behind her with an anxious air,
Lest Father, at the last, should not be there.
Our children once on board, all safe and sound,
Watch with delight the busy scene around.
The noisy steam-pipe blows and blows away,—
"Now this is just the noise we like," they say.
But while the turmoil loud and louder grows,
"I'm glad the wind blows gently," whispers Rose.
And as the steamer swiftly leaves the quay,
Mabel and Dennis almost dance with glee.