![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() If you stood it on end, she countered crisply, it would sink.įor the rest of her life, whenever she remembered that remark, she would flush with anguish. But Elizabeth was still stinging from the morning’s argument. If you stood it on end, it would rival the tallest buildings in the world. This had not been her first trip abroad.Įleven stories high, her father commented, seeing the look on Elizabeth’s face. It was the most beautiful ship she had ever seen, and she had seen several. ![]() It was enormous, its four huge funnels marching along the boat deck like giant soldiers on guard. The word that sprang first into Elizabeth’s mind was majestic. But the one whose maiden voyage would carry her and her parents back to New York towered over all of them. There were other, smaller ships there, too. She was still silent when they arrived at dockside shortly before eleven-thirty in the morning.īut the sullen pout left her face when she saw the great ship Titanic anchored in the harbor. During the seventy-nine-mile journey through English villages with names like Surbiton, Woking, and Basingstoke, Elizabeth remained sullenly silent. on the White Star Line boat train for Southampton. It was an argument she lost as always, and the Farr family left Waterloo Station at nine forty-five A.M. During one last argument, Elizabeth Farr tried desperately to convince her parents to allow her to stay on in London with her cousins, instead of returning to New York. ![]()
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