She waited there a long time, but no Mrs. Maynard was to be seen. Mattie was very much frightened, and tried to get back to the place where her mother left her, but the crowd was so great that she could hardly move at all, for a little girl was not noticed at all in it. After wandering about for awhile, a gruff voice called: "Passengers for the Island Home all aboard! Boat goes in ten minutes! All aboard! All aboard!" Everybody began to push forward, and soon the wharf was nearly empty. Mattie knew her mother had not bought her ticket, and she went up to the ticket-office and asked the man if a "pretty lady in a linen duster, with a red feather in her hat, bought a ticket for the Island Home?" "Do you think I keep account in a note-book of the color of all the folks' dresses and what kind of feathers they have on their hats?" he asked gruffly. Mettle did not know what to say to this, so she said nothing, but wandered off to the farther part of the wharf and climbed up on some bags that lay behind a pile of boxes there. On these she knelt down and said: "Dear Jesus, let mamma find me soon, and keep me safely till she comes. For Jesus' sake. Amen." She repeated this simple prayer many times, and then went out from behind the pile of boxes again. She was very thirsty, and was very glad when she saw a faucet and a tin cup at the side of the ticket-office. She took a drink and was much refreshed, but was very tired, and she thought she would go and rest on the bags behind the boxes. She sat down on these, and was soon fast asleep. She awoke about four o'clock in the afternoon, and as she was rubbing her eyes and wondering where she was, she was startled by a voice exclaiming: "And what's the loikes of this, shure?" She looked up, and saw a gruff, but kindly-seeming man looking down at her. He was evidently a working-man, for he had his dinner-pail in his hand, and was leaning on a pick-axe and shovel. Said Mattie: "I'm Mattie Maynard, and I'm lost. That is, mamma left me on the wharf in the crowd, and didn't come back, and I'm awful hungry." "And shure and me name is not Patrick O' Flannigan if I don't give ye something to eat. Poor gir-r-l!" Whereupon he opened his pail and offered her a generous ham sandwich. "Oh, thank you ever so much!" cried Mattie, as she took a large bite. True, the bread was sour and the butter was strong, but Mattie was so hungry that she did not notice the defects in the food. Patrick sat down on the bags and watched her eat with great interest. "An' ye can eat now, can't ye? Poor little gir-r-l! But I must be a-goin', shure!" And he got up and went off the wharf. There were many steamboats coming and going at Nantucket wharf, and Mattie climbed up on the boxes and watched the crowds as they passed by.