They returned to their stateroom. It was somewhat ghostly, Helen thought, along the narrow deck now. Ruth fumbled at the lock for some time.
“Are you sure you have the right room?” Helen whispered.
“I’ve got the right room, for I know the number; but I’m not sure about the key,” giggled Ruth. “Oh! here it opens.”
They went in. Ruth remembered where the electric light bulb was and snapped on the light. “There! isn’t this cozy?” she asked.
“‘Snug as a bug in a rug,’” quoted Helen. “Goodness! how sharp your elbow is, dear!”
“And that was my foot you stepped on,” complained Ruth.
“I believe we’ll have to take turns undressing,” Helen said. “One stay outside on the deck till the other gets into bed.”
“And we’ve got to draw lots for the upper berth. What a climb!”
“It makes me awfully dizzy to look down from high places,” giggled Helen. “I don’t believe I’d dare to climb into that upper berth.”
“Now, Miss Cameron!” cried Ruth, with mock sternness. “We’ll settle this thing at once. No cheating. Here are two matches——”