“We aren’t moving. I can tell by looking out of the window.”
“Yes, that’s a good way to make sure—look from a porthole,” said the steward.
“What’s a porthole?” asked Sue.
“That, which Bunny called a window,” explained her father. “On a ship many things have different names from those on shore, though they may be the same.”
“Well, if we aren’t going off without our trunks it will be all right,” said Mrs. Brown, with a smile. “Now that we are here we might as well settle a little, I suppose. Are we going ashore again?” she asked her husband.
“I think not,” he answered. “How soon do we start?” he inquired from the steward.
“In about three hours, I think.”
“Then we won’t go ashore,” decided Mrs. Brown. “I’ll put some more suitable clothes on Bunny and Sue so they can romp around, as I know they want to.”
“I’m going down to see the engines!” cried Bunny, as his mother opened a valise that contained his clothes.
“And I’m going to take my doll up and show her the fishes,” added Sue.