The shorter figure stirred, and Fred crawled stiffly across the narrow little seat to speak to her.
"It's midnight," he said. "Aren't the stars pretty?"
ONE NIGHT AT SEA
Polly was stiff and a little cold. Her neck hurt, for she had bent it forward while she slept as there was nothing against which she could rest it for support. Very cautiously she crawled out of the blanket and stood up.
"Isn't it still," she cried softly. "What are the little lights?"
There were two tiny lights lit on the Clara, a red and a green one.
"Starboard and port," Larry informed her, his good-nature as steadfast as ever.