She was Captain Staysail's new ship, the _Valhalla_.

Everything on board, both on deck and between decks, and in the saloon, was as clean and beautiful as if she had been a royal yacht.

The decks were as white as ivory, the polished wood shone in the sun, and the brass-work looked like gold.

The saloon itself, with its curtains, its mirrors, tables pillars, and piano, was really fit for a fairy princess to live in.

Everything had been prepared under the eye of Professor Peterkin himself, so everything was perfect in its way.
Pansy, who was on board, and had been peeping in some of the rooms, said to Aralia at last: "Oh, Aralia, what a dear little doll's house of a cabin; I should like to live in it always!" Neither of the children was sea-sick when the _Valhalla_ went out under steam, and they had such fun with the sailors and the two dogs that they were quite sorry when the ship once more steamed into port.
And didn't everybody sleep soundly that night in the hotel! I should say so!.