"Vot ist it for?" groaned the sufferer.
"Seasickness."
"Den gif it to me kvick! Gif me apout two quarts!"
"It says take a tablespoonful," said Fred, read ing the label with difficulty. "Here you are."
He administered the medicine, which Hans took without a murmur, although it was very bitter. Then he tried to take a dose himself, but his stomach suddenly "went back on him," and he let the bottle fall with a crash to the floor.
"Oh, my! you vos lose all dot goot medicine!" cried Hans, in alarm.
"I—I know it," groaned Fred. "And I—er—I need it so much!"
"Vot, you seasick, too? Ha, ha! Dot's vot you gits for boking fun at me, yah!" And Hans smiled in spite of his anguish.
It was certainly poetic justice that Fred should get seasick and that the malady should affect him far more seriously than it did Hans. The medicine given to the German lad made him feel better in less than an hour, while poor Fred suffered until noon of the next day. None of the other boys were affected. The ladies and the girls felt rather dizzy, and Mrs. Stanhope had to lie down until the next forenoon, but by the evening of
