"Well, I want to see the real ocean, 'way out—out. I want to see nothing but water, water everywhere," declared Alma Lane.
"'And not a drop to drink,'" quoted Tilly. "Well, young lady, you may see the time when you'd give your eyes for a bit of land—and just any old land would do, too, so long as it stayed put!"
"What does it feel like to be seasick?" asked Cordelia, interestedly.
"It feels as if the bottom had dropped out of everything, and you didn't much care, only you wished you'd gone with it," laughed Tilly.
"Who was it?—wasn't it Mark Twain who said that the first half-hour you were awfully afraid you would die, and the next you were awfully afraid you wouldn't?" questioned Elsie.
"I don't know; but whoever said it knew what he was talking about," declared Tilly. "You just wait!"
"We're waiting," murmured Genevieve, demurely.
"You young ladies don't want to forget your exercise," said Mr. Hartley smilingly, coming up at that moment with Mrs. Kennedy. "We've just been five times around the deck."
"It's eleven laps to the mile," supplemented Mrs. Kennedy with a smile.
"What's a lap?" asked Cordelia.