“Oh, no, we won’t go to-morrow!” laughed her father. “Perhaps not for a week yet. You’ll have plenty of time to dress Sallie Ann, if that’s the name of your doll.”
“No,” said Sue, thinking the matter over, “I haven’t any doll named Sallie Ann. But,” she added quickly, “if you would get me a new doll I could name her Sallie Ann.”
“Oh, ho, you little tyke! So that’s what you’re thinking of, are you?” exclaimed Mr. Brown, catching Sue up in his arms. “Well, we’ll see about the new doll later on. But if you think it is settled about making the trip, I’ll send word to Captain Ward of the Beacon so our staterooms will be made ready.”
“Yes, I think we’ll take the trip,” said Mrs. Brown.
Just then Sue called:
“Oh, look at Bunny! What’s he doing?”
Well might she ask that, for Bunny was moving about the room, reeling from side to side, heaving and rolling his shoulders and head as though trying to turn himself inside out.
“Bunny! What’s the matter?” called his mother. “Are you ill?”
“No, I’m not sick!” replied Bunny, straightening up. “I’m just making believe I’m on a ship on the rolling ocean. The ocean rolls, daddy said, and I’m rolling. I’m on the rolling ocean! The rolling ocean!” With a laugh, Bunny again made his shoulders move in that funny way, imitating the heaving and swaying of a ship in the swell of the sea.
“You’ll get plenty of that before we reach the West Indies,” said Mr. Brown. “The ocean will roll for you all you want it to.”