“Bring a basin, please—oh, my!”
“Yes, mum; coming, mum.”
“Maurice!”
“Yes, ma.”
“Get up out of that mess there, and come to me at once!”
“What, ma?”
“Come to me here, im-mediately!”
“Sha’n’t!”
“I’ll—oh, Lord; oh, dear! Steward, send the stewardess to me, and help me into my cabin. I’m dying, I know I am! Oh, gracious goodness, why did I ever come to sea?”
“Faix, the ould lady has had to give in,” said the mate to one of the sailors with him. “I thought she wouldn’t hould out much longer!” whereat, of course, there was a general laugh from the men.