“The table jiggles so!” she complained, when she sat down at a desk in the ship’s library.  “I’m afraid that I’ll spoil the page.  You write it, Papa Jack.”  She put back the pen, and stood at his elbow while he wrote.

“Put down about all the steamah lettahs that we got,” she suggested, “and the little Japanese stove Allison Walton sent me for my muff, and the books Rob sent.  Oh, yes!  And the captain’s name and how long the ship is, and how many tons of things to eat they have on board.  Mom Beck won’t believe me when I tell her, unless I can show it to her in black and white.”

After they had explored the vessel together, her father was ready to settle down in his deck-chair in a sheltered corner, and read aloud or sleep.  But the Little Colonel grew tired of being wrapped like a mummy in her steamer rug.  She did not care to read long at a time, and she grew tired of looking at nothing but water.  Soon she began walking up and down the deck, looking for something to entertain her.  In one place some little girls were busy with scissors and paint-boxes, making paper dolls.  Farther along two boys were playing checkers, and, under the stairs, a group of children, gathered around their governess, were listening to a fairy tale.  Lloyd longed to join them, for she fairly ached for some amusement.  She paused an instant, with her hand on the rail, as she heard one sentence:  “And the white prince, clasping the crystal ball, waved his plumed cap to the gnome, and vanished.”

Wondering what the story was about, Lloyd walked around to the other side of the deck, only to find another long uninteresting row of sleepy figures stretched out in steamer-chairs, and half hidden in rugs and cloaks.  She turned to go back, but paused as she caught sight of a girl, about her own age, standing against the deck railing, looking over into the sea.  She was not a pretty girl.  Her face was too dark and thin, according to Lloyd’s standard of beauty, and her mouth looked as if it were used to saying disagreeable things.

But Lloyd thought her interesting, and admired the scarlet jacket she wore, with its gilt braid and buttons, and the scarlet cap that made her long plaits of hair look black as a crow’s wing by contrast.  Her hair was pretty, and hung far below her waist, tied at the end with two bows of scarlet ribbon.

The girl glanced up as Lloyd passed, and although there was a cool stare in her queer black eyes, Lloyd found herself greatly interested.  She wanted to make the stranger’s acquaintance, and passed back and forth several times, to steal another side glance at her.  As she turned for the third time to retrace her steps, she was nearly knocked off her feet by two noisy boys, who bumped against her.  They were playing horse, to the annoyance of all the passengers on deck, stepping on people’s toes, knocking over chairs, and stumbling against the stewards who were hurrying along with their heavy trays of beef tea and lemonade.