He came across the deck with a staggering, uncertain motion, as if the
ship were rolling and pitching about. His realistic acting made them all
laugh, and when he dropped into a deck chair and, calling the steward,
asked faintly for a cup of weak tea, Patty declared she believed she
wouldn't go to Paris after all.

"For I'm sure," she said, "that I don't want to go wabbling across a
deck and looking as ill and woebegone as you do."

Mr. Hepworth smiled at her. "You'll have so many remedies and
preventives given you," he said, "and you'll be so busy pitching them
overboard that you won't have time to be seasick. Really I don't believe
you'll think of such a thing all the way over, let alone experiencing
it."

"You're a great comfort," said Patty heartily; "you always tell me the
most comforting things. Now everybody else declares that after I've been
at sea for a day I'll be so ill that I won't care whether I live or
die."

"Nonsense," declared Mr. Hepworth; "don't pay any attention to such
croakings."

"I agree with you," said Elise. "I've made up my mind that I'm not going
to be seasick, but I'm going to have a perfectly jolly time all the way
across."

"Of course you'll have jolly times," said Marian, who was in one of her
doleful moods; "but think of us who are left behind! We won't have any
jolly time until you come back again."