“Oh, no. I am quite well and ever so much stronger than I was yesterday. Besides, the ship is quite still, so you see I can walk steadily and carry baby.” But the stewardess resolutely took the child from the arms of the young mother and carried it up before her. The deck was a crowded and busy scene. All the passengers were up there, gazing out upon the beautiful scenery. But crowded as it was, the people were nearly all standing, so it was easy for the stewardess to find a good seat for the mother, to whom, when comfortably arranged, she gave the child. Her fellow passengers took but little notice of Jennie now; they were too much interested in other matters. She sat there and enjoyed the scene until the ship got under way again and stood out for the mouth of the Mersey. This last day on board Jennie enjoyed the voyage very much. She spent nearly the whole day on deck, and left it with reluctance at night to retire to her stateroom. That night she could scarcely sleep for the excitement of anticipating her meeting with her father. Nevertheless, she was up and out on deck early the next morning. They were near the mouth of the Mersey. As soon as she had breakfasted she packed up all her effects, so as to be ready to go on shore as soon as the ship should land. Then she sat on deck to watch the shores until at last the steamer drew near to the great English seaport and came to anchor. A steam tender from the piers was rapidly approaching the _Scorpio_. A great crowd of people were on board the tender, apparently coming to meet friends on the _Scorpio_. Many field glasses were in active use in the hands of voyagers trying to make out the persons of their friends. Jennie had no glass, but as she stood bending forward, straining her eyes to see, a gentleman near her said: “Will you take my glass?” She thanked him, and took it, adjusted the lenses to her sight, and held the instrument up to her eyes. A cry of joy had nearly broken from her lips. She saw her father standing on the deck of the coming tender, looking well and happy. He, too, had a glass, and was using it. She saw that he had seen her; he took off his hat and waved it to her. She waved her hands. The tender was drawing very near, and now came a general waving of handkerchiefs in salutation from the passengers on both steamers. In another minute the tender was alongside, the gangplank thrown down, and the rush of friends to meet each other made a joyous confusion. Jennie found herself in her father’s arms, scarcely knowing how she got there in such a crowd and confusion. “My daughter! my daughter! welcome! welcome! welcome! welcome to my heart!” the father cried, in a breaking, choking voice, as he pressed her fondly to his breast. “My own beloved father! Oh, thank the Lord—thank the Lord, that I see you again! And my mother!—my darling mother!—how is she?” cried Jennie, sobbing for joy.