At that time barely half an hour had passed since the close of the proceedings at
Portland Place.
But freights was up, an' they hod a charter o' coals for
Portland. The Arrata, one o' the Woor Line, left port the same day uz us, bound for
Portland, an' the old Tryapsic makun' sux knots, seven ot the best.
Half an hour after receiving this information, I was on my way to
Portland Place--without having had the courage to own it to Mr.
Sometimes the world's wife has so many daughters, that her card reads rather like a Miscellaneous Lot at an Auction; comprising Mrs Tapkins, Miss Tapkins, Miss Frederica Tapkins, Miss Antonina Tapkins, Miss Malvina Tapkins, and Miss Euphemia Tapkins; at the same time, the same lady leaves the card of Mrs Henry George Alfred Swoshle, NEE Tapkins; also, a card, Mrs Tapkins at Home, Wednesdays, Music,
Portland Place.
"Among the fine London Houses where I teach the language of my native country," said the Professor, rushing into his long- deferred explanation without another word of preface, "there is one, mighty fine, in the big place called
Portland. You all know where that is?
So soon does the soul outgrow its mansions that after once seeing Milltown her fancy ran out to the future sight of
Portland; for that, having islands and a harbor and two public monuments, must be far more beautiful than Milltown, which would, she felt, take its proud place among the cities of the earth, by reason of its tremendous business activity rather than by any irresistible appeal to the imagination.
There was also a trader, returning from
Portland to the upper part of Vermont; and a fair young girl, with a very faint bloom like one of those pale and delicate flowers which sometimes occur among alpine cliffs.
They are friends of my uncle's, whom he has lost sight of latterly -- the Tyrrels of
Portland Place -- and they treat Miss Vanstone with as much kindness and consideration as if she was a member of the family.
Pokey and her mother joined the party, and one bright September morning six very happy-looking people were aboard the express train for
Portland two smiling mammas, laden with luncheon baskets and wraps; a pretty young girl with a bag of books on her arm; a tall thin lad with his hat over his eyes; and two small children, who sat with their short legs straight out before them, and their chubby faces beaming with the first speechless delight of "truly travelling."
These four young men were the sons of an old man who lived in
Portland, Maine, and when he heard what had happened he came right down to the Island to see if he could find their bodies.
The city presenting no objects of sufficient interest to detain us on our way, we resolved to proceed next day by another steamboat, the Fulton, and to join it, about noon, at a suburb called
Portland, where it would be delayed some time in passing through a canal.
As he ran he thought of things that hadn't come into his mind for years--how at the time he married he had planned to go west to his uncle in
Portland, Oregon--how he hadn't wanted to be a farm hand, but had thought when he got out West he would go to sea and be a sailor or get a job on a ranch and ride a horse into Western towns, shouting and laughing and waking the people in the houses with his wild cries.