"The saints presarve us, mum! Ye've got the wrong baby! This is a black one, mum!"
"That's all right," said Midget "She's only wearing a black veil, to,—to keep off the cold air."
"Yis, mum. Now, here's yer stateroom, mum, and 'tis the captain's own. He do be givin' it to you, 'cause ye'r such a foine lady."
"Yes, I am;" said Marjorie, complacently. "I'm Lady Daffodil of—of
Bombay."
"Ye look it! And now if ye'll excuse me, mum, I'll go and get the other passengers to rights."
Delight slipped back to her stateroom, and returned with Goldenrod in her arms. She met Marjorie in the hall.
"I think I have met you before," she said, bowing politely.
"Yes," said Marjorie, in a haughty voice, "we met at the Earl's ball. I am Lady Daffodil."
"Ah, yes, I remember you now. I am the Countess of Heliotrope."
"My dear Countess! I'm so glad to see you again. Are you going across?"