Unsinkable?

Part 1

I have been full of joy all day long! London, England is dull after having lived here since I was six years old. My father, Lawrence Laykin, moved my mother, sister Clara, and me to England seven years ago in 1905 to start his jewelry company. His stores have had extremely good business lately, and he wants to expand t the company. As mother told me last week, this will require moving to a place where he can open more shops. I ponder where he would want to relocate when I realize the obvious.
I walk into the sitting room where father is reading the weekly paper. "Father," I ask, "are we going to live in New York City again?"
He s smiles. "Yes," he replies. "Your mother wants to return to the city you and your sister were born in."
Clara creeps in upon hearing herself mentioned because she is extremely nosy, as most nine-year-olds are. "How are we gonna get there?" she asks.
"On the most unsinkable and glamorous ship we'll ever ride," he says, "the RMS Titanic!" I nearly leap out of happiness. I can hardly  believe it! My life in London is extremely tedious, and New York City will be ap pleasant adventure for me. I cannot wait to rediscover the far away city. Mother walks in carrying four large suitcases. Her bright smile outshines the sun.
"You had better start packing for the trip. The ship leaves tomorrow!" she exclaims.
"I'm gonna pack my favorite dress," says Clara excitedly, "the one with all the lace and purple bows!"
I impatiently tell her, "It is 'going to', not 'gonna'. Honestly, when will you ever learn proper grammar?"
"When I need to, which is NEVER!" she retorts.
"You are such a pest," I declare.
"That is enough!" interrupts Father. "We are leaving for  Southampton tonight. Your bickering will not get in the way of our traveling. Abigail, try to be a responsible and kind older sister."
"Yes, Father," I say. I do feel some guilt, but Clara (the little monster) seems glad that I was chastised.
Mother directs her attention to Clara and says, "You need to act more lady-l like as well." Clara doesn't l look so glad anymore, and I can't help but smirk as we retreat to our rooms to pack.