That same night, after dreaming of being in the old garden swing beneath the apple tree at home, and of swinging higher and higher until the swing broke, letting her down on her head, Sally awoke to find herself standing first on her feet and then on her head.
“Something is terribly wrong,” she thought, still half asleep. “Where am I? What is happening?”
Just then her head did bump the boards at the head of her berth and she knew. She was still aboard the aircraft carrier. A terrific storm had set the top-heavy craft to doing nose dives and near somersaults.
“I suppose I should be seasick,” she told herself, “but I am not, not a bit. The Lord be praised for that.”
Just then her ears caught a low moan.
“Nancy!” she exclaimed, springing out of bed. “What’s happened?”
“No-nothing. Every-every thing,” was the faltering answer. “Oh! Sally, I do wish I could die on land.”
“Nonsense!” Sally exclaimed. “You won’t die. You’re seasick, that’s all. I’ve got some Lea and Perrins Sauce in my bag. It’s swell for seasickness, they say. Wait, I’ll get you some.”
“I’ll wait.”
After downing the red-hot pepper sauce, Nancy felt a little better, but hid her face in her pillow and refused to move.