The evening wore on. The moon rose and silvered the almost pond-like sea
through which the _Kammerboy_ steamed. Even the children were impressed
by the beauty of the seascape. Far, far away against the rising moon
appeared a fairylike ship sailing across its face, each spar and mast
pricked out as black as jet.

"Just like those silhouettes Aunt Jo cut out for us," declared Rose.
"Did you ever see anything so cute?"

Russ didn't have much to say about it. He was very grave again. Bedtime
came, and the brother and sister went below. The little folks, Margy
and Mun Bun, were in the first stateroom with Mother. Already the twins
were fast asleep in the second stateroom. Rose was going to sleep with
Vi in the lower berth and Russ was to crawl in beside Laddie in the
upper.

But Russ did not seem in a hurry to undress and go to bed. Mother
brushed Rose's hair for her and the girl got ready for bed in the larger
stateroom. When she went into the other room there was Russ sitting on
the stool with only his jacket off.

"Why, Russ Bunker! aren't you going to bed to-night?" demanded Rose.

"I suppose so," admitted Russ.

"Well, you'd better hurry. I want you to put out the light. How do you
suppose we can sleep?"

Russ reached up and snapped out the electric bulb as Rose threw aside
her bath-gown and hopped into bed beside her sister.