uneasy. As for herself, she was exceedingly comfortable, lying as it were in a big rocking-swing.
The door-handle turned, the red hanging was swept to one side, and in the doorway stood Lieutenant Lagerlöf, chuckling.
"How is it, Gustaf?" asked Fru Lagerlöf anxiously. "Will it be a gale, do you think?"
"So you're awake, all of you," said the Lieutenant. "Ay, it has blown up a bit," he conceded in a reassuring tone. "The Captain thought I'd better come down and tell you it will be no worse than it is."
"What are you up to now?" Mamselle Lovisa asked him. "Aren't you going to bed?"
"Where do you think I should sleep, Sister dear?" And there was something so screamingly funny about him as he stood in the doorway (further he could not come), looking up and down as if in search of a sleeping place—it set them all laughing. Fru Lagerlöf and Mamselle Lovisa, who had been lying there fearful and a little seasick, now sat up in their bunks to have their laugh out. Johan and Anna laughed so hard they nearly shook themselves off their "shelves." Back-Kaisa forgot for the moment that she would soon be at that dreadful place where the lake ends, and laughed, too, and the little girl by her side was fairly choking with laughter.
Lieutenant Lagerlöf, who seldom laughed aloud, looked highly pleased.
"All's right with you, I see," he said. "So now I'll
