CHAPTER IV
ON THE HIGH SEAS
“Oh!” cried Martha, when the steamer was well away from Boston, and headed northward, “I’m frozen!”
“Spread your rug over the chair; then sit down and fold the sides over you,” directed Miss Ashton. “You’ll be much warmer that way.”
They all followed her advice, and lay cozily watching the sunset; while the deck trotters paced back and forth in front of them.
“First call for dinner!” called a colored porter, passing along the deck, and accompanying his words by strokes on a brass gong.
“How about it?” asked Martha. “I’m hungry.”
“Go down if you like, Mart,” replied Nancy. “Jeanette and I are going to stay right here.”
“Right here! And not eat at all?” gasped Martha.
“A bit later the steward will bring us some sandwiches and ginger ale.”