needed, went on their courses.

"Well, that's something for a start," remarked Alice, as she walked the
deck with Ruth.

"Yes, I knew something would happen," spoke Mr. Sneed, gloomily. "I felt
it coming."

"How could you?" asked Paul, winking at Russ.

"Because to-day is Friday. Something always happens on Friday."

"Yes, we generally have fish for dinner," remarked Russ, with a twinkle
in his eyes.

"You may laugh," sneered the gloomy actor, "but the day is not over yet.
I am sure that something else will happen. The ship may sink before it
gets to Florida."

"Oh!" cried Ruth.

"Don't be silly!" laughed Alice, while Russ gave Mr. Sneed a meaning look
and remarked in a low voice:

"That's enough of such talk, old man. It gets on the girls' nerves. Why
can't you be cheerful?"

"I never am--on Friday," grumbled Mr. Sneed.

"No, and on very few other days," commented Russ, as he went below to