As he looked round the table for the large bottle, he saw that it had
been whisked away by steward number two, and now stood on the other
table. Miss Earle laughed.

"Oh, I shall have it in a moment," said the young man.

"Do you think it is worth while?"

"Worth while? Why, that is the excitement of a chutney fight. It is not
that we care for chutney at all, but that we simply are bound to have
it. If there were a bottle of chutney at every table, the delights of
chutney would be gone. Steward," said Morris, as that functionary
appeared, "the chutney, please."

The steward cast a rapid glance at the other table, and waited until
steward number two had disappeared. Then Morris had his chutney. Steward
number two, seeing his precious bottle gone, tried a second time to
stealthily obtain possession of it, but Morris said to him in a pleasant
voice, "That's all right, steward, we are through with the chutney. Take
it along, please. So that," continued Mr. Morris, as Miss Earle rose
from the table, "that is your first experience of a chutney fight--one
of the delights of ocean travel."


FOURTH DAY.

Mr. George Morris began to find his "early coffees," as he called them,
very delightful. It was charming to meet a pretty and entertaining
young lady every morning early when they had the deck practically