After breakfast we were allowed to go on deck. Oh! how the brilliant sunshine seemed to mock us there! And such a sea! Blue, beautiful, peaceful, smiling! A vast mill-pond. And water, water everywhere!
Sea and sky! Nothing but sea and sky! And not a little, littlest speck of Mother Earth!
"Mr. Wheeler, are we nearer land?"
"A little nearer, Miss Sylvia."
"How much nearer?"
"She's run two hundred and fifty miles," he said.
"Two hundred and fifty miles! And yesterday we were nearly a thousand miles from land!"
"Yes, Miss Sara."
I could have screamed. It was sheer despair that kept me silent—perhaps a little shame. Sylvia stood beside him with her hands clenched tight.
"Isn't there any likelihood of some ship passing by?"