Mildred A. Wirt, The Secret Pact
“ Through the fog could be seen a dim glow of lights along the Riverview wharf. The Goodtime, its whistle tooting repeated signals, was proceeding more slowly than ever. Sailors stood ready to make the vessel fast to the dock posts when she touched.Passengers began to pour from the salon, and Penny and Louise joined the throng. Many persons pushed and jostled each other, trying to obtain a position close to the gangplank. ”
