That evening there was a dance on the ship. The upper deck was covered with canvas, and canvas enclosed the sides. Gay bunting and English and American flags brightened the improvised ballroom, and most of the younger passengers, as well as not a few of the elder, spent at least part of the evening there.
"Hasn't Marion been here?" asked Aunt Caroline, when she and Uncle Jim appeared on the scene.
"I haven't seen him," responded Irma.
"What a goose he is!" exclaimed Uncle Jim.
"He's very grumpy, isn't he?" commented Muriel, but Irma made no reply.
On Tuesday Irma was on deck early. In the distance a thin dark line after a time took on height and breadth.
"Cape Trafalgar!" some one exclaimed.
"Europe at last!" thought Irma.
"What do you think of Spain?" asked Uncle Jim, standing beside her.