White paint work and the honest and healthy smell of tar completed his satisfaction.

His chest expanded as he sniffed the breeze, and with a slight nautical roll paced up and down the spotless deck.
[Illustration: "A slight nautical roll."] "And now," said Captain Brisket, after a couple of sturdy seamen had placed the men's luggage in the new cabin, "which of you ladies is going to have my state-room, and which the mate's bunk ?" Mrs.Chalk started; she had taken it for granted that she was to have the state-room.

She turned and eyed her friend anxiously.
"The bunk seems to get the most air," said Mrs.Stobell.

"And it's nearer the ladder in case of emergencies." "You have it, dear," said Mrs.Chalk, tenderly.

"I'm not nervous." "But you are so fond of fresh air," said Mrs.Stobell, with a longing glance at the state-room.