Living at sea on this great steamship was a good deal like living in a
hotel. And the little Bunkers had lived in hotels, and liked the fun of
it. Traveling by water was even more fun than traveling on a train. The
_Kammerboy_ was a fine big ship and there was so much to see and to
learn that was new and surprising that that first night none of them
really wanted to go to bed.

Although even that was a new experience. The staterooms were different
from the berths in a sleeping car. Laddie thought they ought all to be
tied into their berths so, if the ship rolled, they would not fall out.

"For I don't like falling out of bed," he said. "I always bump myself."

The steamship did not roll that night, however. At least if it did the
little Bunkers did not know it. They slept soundly and were up bright
and early in the morning and were all dressed and out on deck in the
sunshine long before the first breakfast call came.

They made a call on the captive sea-eagle before breakfast and he seemed
to be recovering, for he snapped his beak viciously when they drew near
and spread his wings as far as the cage would allow.

"I don't think he's very nice," said Rose. "He doesn't seem to know we
were kind to him."

"What are you going to do with him, Rose?" asked Vi.

"Let him go when his wing is well."