"It's a little too windy there."

"I'll bring them around to you," said Chester. Lucy followed him,
pointing out which of the chairs belonged to them.

"May I not carry one?" she asked.

"You do not appear strong enough to lift one."

Chester carried the two chairs around to the side of the sheltered deck,
then found a vacant chair for himself which he placed with the other
two.

"Thank you very much," said the minister, as they seated themselves.
"The day is really fine, isn't it? After the sea-sickness, there is
something glorious in a pleasant sea voyage. This is my third time
across, but I don't remember just such a fine day as this. Are you a
good sailor?" this to Chester.

"I've not missed a meal yet, if that's any indication."

"I envy you. I have often wished I could be on deck in a bit of real
bad weather. We had a little blow the other day, I understand, when that
poor fellow lost his life."

"Yes; I saw the accident," replied Chester; whereupon he had to relate
the details to them.

"Well, such is life--and death," was the minister's only comment on the
story.