After they had been out at sea for about an hour, and the Skipper had been letting them take turns in looking through his telescope, the Dodo suddenly muttered something about having “forgotten his pocket-handkerchief,” and hurried down into the cabin.
“Why, I didn’t know he had one,” said Marjorie, wonderingly.
"Hope you're feeling better, Sir."
The Skipper winked, and said in a whisper behind his hand, “They always say that; he’s gone to lie down, the motion of the boat has made him feel a little seasick.”
The Dodo didn’t come up for a long while and at last the Skipper said he would go down and see if he wanted anything.
He found the poor bird looking the picture of misery, lolling limply against the cushioned seat.
“Hope you’re feeling better, Sir,” he said, respectfully, tugging at his forelock.
“Oh! oh!” groaned the Dodo. “Do throw me overboard, and let me die.”