"I know I'll just lie down and die, if I get sick on this steamer," Bess had declared.
"Oh, no, you won't, Bess," Nan had made reply. "You'll do as everybody else has to—grin and bear it."
"But to be sick on a ship that is rolling and pitching all the time——"
"You can keep in your berth, you know."
"There is no fun in that."
"Then go on deck—and make an exhibition of yourself."
"Nan Sherwood, I think that, on occasion, you are utterly heartless."
"So are you."
"Oh, I see. Trying to get square for what I said about Walter Mason."