“Oh, Jessie!” cried Lucile and Evelyn, in dismay, and Lucile added, “I guess it doesn’t make much difference where you are when you’re seasick. From all I have heard, you just about wish you could die.”
Mr. Payton laughed, and said, reassuringly, “The probability is that none of us will be sick, but we needn’t worry about it till the time comes, anyway. And now,” he added, “I guess, if you young people can tear yourselves away, we had better go on deck.” 77
“But we haven’t seen Phil’s room yet.” Lucile began, when that young gentleman, interrupted with a superior, “Don’t let that worry you. I wouldn’t have a lot of girls making a fuss over my quarters.”
“We probably wouldn’t anyway,” said Jessie, and passed out with her nose in the air.
“I’ve heard that lemons and salt herring are good for seasickness,” Jack teased, as they stepped on deck.
“Oh, don’t!” Lucile pleaded, puckering her mouth at the thought of the lemon. “There is only one comfort,” she added, triumphantly, “and that is, if I am seasick, you won’t be here to know it.”
“That’s cruel,” he laughed back; then added, quickly, “But you are going to write to me, any way, and tell me all about your experiences, aren’t you?”
“I don’t—know,” she answered, doubtfully. “You see, even if Mother were willing, I wouldn’t stay in one place very long—and——”
They were standing near the rail, Jack bending toward her very earnestly and she, gazing out over the crowded wharf, a little confused and very uncertain what to do; and yet, in her girl’s heart, she knew what she wanted to do!
“If you don’t want to get left, Turnbull, you’d better hustle,” sang out Phil. “Everybody’s off that’s going.”