Aunt Mary!--and may she arise and prosper all the way down
into the launch again."
"I'm troubled about her, really," said Jack soberly; "we ought to have
brought someone to look out for her."
"The maid," cried Mitchell, "the dainty, adorable maid! Here's to Janice
and--" his speech was brought to a sudden end by his two guests nearly
disappearing under the table.
Jack started up.
"Ginger! Did you feel that?" he asked.
"That's nothing," said Mitchell, calmly replacing the water-carafe which
in the excitement of the moment he had clasped to his bosom; "it's the
waves which are rising to the occasion--that's all." But Jack had hurried
out.
He found poor Aunt Mary writhing in an agony of misery. "Oh--oh--" she
cried, "I want to be still--I'm too much tipped--and all the wrong way! I
want to lay smooth--and I stand on my head--all the--"
"We're going back," said Jack, striving to soothe her; "lie still, Aunt
Mary, and we'll soon get there. Do you want some camphor to smell?"
"I don't feel up to smellin'," wailed Aunt Mary, "I don't feel up to
anythin'. Go 'way. Right off."
Jack went on deck. He found Burnett stretched pale and green upon the
chairs their lady guest had vacated.
"If you speak to me again," he said, in halting accents, "I'll never speak
to you again. Get out."
Jack went back to his place at dinner.
"How are they?" asked Clover.
"I don't know," he said quietly, "but there's a big storm coming up. The
sky's all dark blue and it looks bad.
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