By that time it was nearly midnight; and the girls fell asleep as soon as their heads touched the pillows.
The following morning was spent in going to church, and wandering about the streets near the hotel.
“I wish we could take a ride somewhere,” said Nancy, looking longingly at the big sight-seeing busses which were rolling in all directions.
“So do I; but we might not get back in time to sail,” replied Jeanette. “It is nearly lunch time now; and you know we were going to get on board early. Miss Ashton is to meet us there an hour before sailing time.”
“Curtis wrote me,” observed Nancy, as they reentered their hotel, “to have a very light, simple lunch; and to go easy on the first meal on shipboard.”
“Why?” demanded Martha. “Does he think you ought to go on a diet?”
“No, goose; so we’d be less likely to be sick. He didn’t mean just me; he meant all of us.”
“Well, grateful as I am for his advice, I’m starved; and I’m going to eat.”
“All right, Mart,” laughed Nancy; “but don’t say that you weren’t warned.”
The luncheon menu was very attractive; but Nancy and Jeanette sternly repressed their desires for a quantity of rich food. They ate simple things, and ate them sparingly.