“How horrid! And what a miserable place to dress in!”
“Better than a sandbank in a seal’s hole.”
“Oh! don’t talk about it.”
“Why not? It’s over. Deal better off than we have been lately, for we have got an invitation to breakfast.”
“I wish you wouldn’t do that, Cinder,” said Mike querulously.
“Do what? I didn’t do anything.”
“Now you’re at it again, trying to cut jokes and making the best of things at a time like this.”
“All right: I’m silent, then,” said Vince. “Shall I go on deck?”
“Go? what for?”
“Leave you more room to dress.”