Shawl-Straps: A Second Series of Aunt Jo's Scrap-Bag

'On the first day of February we three will sail from Boston for Messina, in the little fruit-ship "Wasp." We shall probably be a month going, unless we cross in a gale as I did, splitting sails every night, and standing on our heads most of the way,' said Amanda, folding up her maps with an air of calm decision.'Hurrah! what fun!' cried Matilda, waving a half-finished dressing-case over her head.But Lavinia, with one sepulchral groan, fell flat upon her bed, and lay there, dumb with the ho...