noon
Apparently happy with herself , with every one but poor Tom , our august lady left in the Steamer one day . With a little of that vanity the State deals so largely in , Mrs. Swiggs thought every passenger on board wondering and staring at her . While then she voyages and dreams of the grand reception waiting her in New York , -- of Sister Slocum 's smiles , of the good of the heathen world , and of those nice evening gatherings she will enjoy with the pious , let us , gentle reader , look in at the house of Absalom McArthur . To-day Tom Swiggs feels himself free , and it is high noon . Downcast of countenance he wends his way along the fashionable side of King-street . The young theologian is at his side . George Mullholland has gone to the house of Madame Flamingo .