"Yes. Nothing seems to disturb his conceit. To-night we sleep on deck, the starboard side. At five o'clock we have to get up and go inside again so they can holystone the deck. And I am always soundest asleep at that time. Doubtless, I shall be irritable all day to-morrow."
"Sleep up here on deck?" horrified.
"That, or suffocate below."
"But the men?"
"They sleep on the port side." Elsa laughed maliciously. "Don't worry. Nobody minds."
"I hate the East," declared Martha vindictively. "Everything is so slack. It just brings out the shiftlessness in everybody."
"Perhaps that is what ails me; I am growing shiftless. When I came on board I decided to marry Arthur, and have done with the pother. Now I am at the same place as when I left home. I don't want to marry anybody. Have you noticed that fellow Craig?"
"What will you do if he speaks?"
"I have half a dozen good hat-pins left," dryly.
"I hate to hear you talk like that."