ny, and down went her other head on the other shoulder; "I never want to see or smell another one!"
Mrs. Walker gathered them both into her white shawl. "Now," she said, "let's make believe we are at home, and Mother is rocking you, just the way she used to when you were wee little girls," and she began humming a soft little song.
Bess and I kept on watching the wake of the boat, and the great waves that came rolling from under her. "Feeling all right, Bess?" I asked, presently.
"Yes, I am," said Bess. "It doesn't bother me the least bit."
Just then Uncle Fred got up and tossed away his newspaper. "I guess I'll go in," he said, hastily, and made for the cabin.
I caught the paper just as it was flying over the rail, and went and sat down in his chair. The paper was interesting, and I read for half an hour; and then I sat still and watched the little black and red and green blurred letters dance over the page. I kept on whistling, though,—that is, I did as long as my mouth would continue to pucker; but when it absolutely refused, I jumped
