A good many of the people had gone into the cabin, and some of those who were outside didn't seem to be having a real good time. The boat kept rolling more and more and the movement was awfully unsteady. She would rise up, sharply, on a wave, seem to poise on the top for a moment, take a side-wise dip, and then suddenly the sea would seem to drop from under her in the most harrowing way, and in another second she would rise to meet another wave so quickly that you felt as if you'd left something behind and needed it.
"Don't you think we'd better go inside?" asked Uncle Fred, pretty soon.
"No," said Mrs. Walker, "My experience is, that one feels much better to-stay out in the fresh air. I've been on the water so much that I'm never sea-sick."
"Oh, I'm not sea-sick!" said Uncle Fred quickly. "I just thought that perhaps you ladies would be more comfortable inside, and—"
"I'm not comfortable inside," broke in Twinny, suddenly putting her head down on her mother's shoulder.
"I hate toasted marsh-mallows," groaned Twin-
