"He walked along one summer day,
As stately as a prince;
He stepped upon a banana peel,
And he hasn't 'banana' where since."
Rattleton gave a still more dismal groan.
"You are conspiring with the elements to hasten my death!" he said. "I can't stand many more like that."
"You should wear a sheet of writing paper across your breast, same as I do," said Diamond. "Then you won't be sick."
"I've got two sheets of writing paper across mine," declared Harry.
"You should drink a bottle of ginger ale to settle your stomach," put in Frank.
"Just drank three bottles of ginger ale, and they've turned my stomach wrong side out," gurgled the sick youth.
"You should allow yourself perfect relaxation, and not try to fight against it," from Browning.
"Oh, I haven't allowed myself anything else but perfect relaxation," came from Harry. "You all make me tired!"
Then he staggered into the cabin and disappeared on his way back to the stateroom.