“Ah she’s afraid,” said my implacable neighbour.
“Afraid of what?”
“Well, that we’ll tell tales when we get there.”
“Whom do you mean by ‘we’?”
“Well, there are plenty—on a ship like this.”
“Then I think,” I returned, “we won’t.”
“Maybe we won’t have the chance,” said the dreadful little woman.
“Oh at that moment”—I spoke from a full experience—“universal geniality reigns.”
Mrs. Peck however knew little of any such law. “I guess she’s afraid all the same.”
“So much the better!”