"The water's very black this morning. Lydies wouldn't bithe in it," called the voice of the stewardess outside the stateroom door. "This lydy would," answered Wilhelmina Campbell from the top berth. "She's only talking," she added in a lower tone. "A cold salt bath, please, stewardess." "Very well, mum. Will the other lydy have a bath?" "Nancy, hot or cold?" demanded Billie, dangling one foot out of the berth to attract her friend's attention. Groans were the only reply of Nancy Brown. "Not seasick already, and this only the first night out?" "I don't think I'll last through the day, Billie," said Nancy in a weak voice. "I'm sure I don't want to last, even if I do," she added with Irish inconsequence. "Why, you poor sick thing," exclaimed Billie, climbing down and leaning sympathetically over the other girl. "Can't I do anything for you?" "Yes," groaned Nancy. "Leave me alone." "Won't you have a little hot tea or a soft-boiled egg, -just heated through, you know?