The girls laughed, all except Crullers, who puzzled and pondered over the riddle all the rest of the evening. Crullers always pondered over anything she could not see through. That night, when they had retired to their berths, and only the light from the cabin shone in the stateroom over the doorway, Polly heard a sleepy voice across the room say,
“Polly, I know. Two pigs!”
Polly sat upright in bed, and threw a pillow with telling force at the figure in the other berth, but there was only a stifled giggle in answer, and she cuddled down under the blanket, and fell asleep.
CHAPTER VI
THREE DAYS AT SEA
The three days out at sea passed all too quickly. The weather kept clear and cool up the coast, and the nights were perfect. In spite of Crullers’ unwillingness to rise early, the other girls were on deck at sunrise the first morning, and were rewarded by an invitation to the bridge with the Captain and Senator Yates. Polly made friends with the Captain at once.
“His name is Captain Sandy Saunders,” she told the girls. “And he sailed first of all from the Hebrides, he told me, when he was a bit of a laddie.”
As Kate had remarked teasingly, Polly had a terrible weakness towards panhandle names, just the same as Aunty Welcome, and this was really a very interesting Captain.
“He looks quite a good deal like a moon fish,” said Ruth, thoughtfully, the first time she had seen him. “They are found in West Indian waters, girls, and look just like decapitated pirates, round, and pink-faced, with little round mouths and round eyes, and a tuft of fin like hair on top.”
“I don’t think that is one bit complimentary, Ruth,” Polly had declared, indignantly. “My captain doesn’t look like a decapitated pirate.”