The smile broke a little more on the other's face. "How do you like the ship?" he asked.
"I do not know," said Dolly, glancing along the deck. "I think it is a strange place to live."
"Why?"
"And I don't understand the use of it," Dolly went on with a really puzzled face.
"The use of what?"
"The use of the whole thing. I know what ships are good for, of course; other ships; but what is the use of such a ship as this?"
"To take care of the other ships."
"How?"
"Have you been below? Did you see the gun decks?"
"I was in a place where there were a great many guns—but I could not understand, and there was nobody to tell me things."