“Was anything ruined?” Nan asked.
“Nothing, except my own silk dress. Remember, I threw it down in disgust that afternoon because the snaps had been pulled off the sleeves. Well, you should see it now. It’s a complete wreck. Serves me right to have to get along without it. I only hope you don’t feel too disappointed in the new cabin.” Bess looked genuinely troubled.
“Don’t worry,” Nan reassured her friend. “I don’t care what kind of a cabin I have,” she said lightly, for such things really didn’t matter to her.
But the words were hardly out of her mouth when Bess pushed the door open and revealed to Nan a big stateroom with twin beds, a chaise longue, two big easy chairs, dainty dressing tables, a large wardrobe, and a little private sitting room!
Nan gasped. “This isn’t ours,” she exclaimed incredulously.
Rhoda and Bess looked from Nan to the stateroom and back again to Nan. “It is,” they cried. “It’s yours.”
Nan stepped into the room and looked around. The sitting room had big windows overlooking the deck and the sea. There were books and magazines, a victrola, comfortable chairs and a rug. Over it all the morning sun was streaming.
“But why?” Nan’s eyes were wide open in amazement.
“Captain’s orders,” Rhoda answered.
“Why?” Nan persisted.