“Cecil! Come with Mamma now. You must dress for dinnah.”
“Fer gosh sakes” murmured Bob, under his breath.
A very tall, smiling woman was beckoning to the young man, who obeyed her without delay.
“Really, I’m most charmed to have met you chaps,” he said, turning to leave. “I sincerely trust that we may meet again soon.”
With this he walked lightly down the deck with the woman.
Bob and Joe watched the pair closely until they closed the cabin door behind them. Then the youths burst into laughter which lasted for well over a minute.
“For the love of Mike!” cried Bob, as soon as he could get his breath. “Talk about sissies. That fellow’s at the very top of the list.”
“‘Mamma’ sure has him under her thumb, all right,” grinned Joe. “It’s a wonder she doesn’t put dresses on him. But come on, Bob. It’s about time for dinner to be served. Unless I miss my guess, Cecil won’t last very long at the table. Boat’s been rolling lately, you know.”
The chums went to their stateroom to wash and comb. Then, accompanied by their fathers, they went up to the dining saloon.
The food tasted good, both youths eating heartily. Evidently they were now seasoned sailors, for neither felt the slightest signs of seasickness.