ointed out by the faithful lookout. Then Mr. Jonah leaned over
and pulled in the life-preserver as the Ark slowly came alongside, and
just in the nick of time, for the poor Ant was nearly dead.

"Give him to me," said Mrs. Noah. "A little Jamaica ginger and a warm
blanket will bring him 'round, I guess."

"Well, well!" exclaimed Capt. Noah, as the motherly form of Mrs. Noah
disappeared down the companionway. "This has been an exciting forenoon,"
and then he wiped his forehead with his red bordered handkerchief and
looked about him. "All you animals go below deck!" he commanded, "or else
we'll have somebody else overboard."

So Mrs. Elephant led Mr. Elephant, who was wet to the skin and shivering
with the cold, down to the hold, where she put him to bed with a hot water
bag at his feet and a woolen night cap on his head.

"Are you going to put this down in your log book?" asked Marjorie. "I
think it will make a very interesting story and I've heard from old
sailors that they always put down everything that happens in the log
book."

"Of course I will," answered Capt. Noah. "Bring me the log book, Japheth.
You haven't done anything this morning. Suppose you jot it down. I
declare, I'm all tuckered out with excitement and worry."

"You'd better lie down and rest, father," said Mrs. Noah, coming up on
deck. "I have the Ant very comfortable now, and I feel sure he will
recover in a short time."

So Capt. Noah went below to rest, and the little Dove perched herself on
Marjorie's shoulder and watched Capt. Noah's son write in the log book.
And what do you suppose he wrote? Well, it was something like this, for
the little Dove told me afterwards:

The little red Ant fell into the sea,
But, oh, dear you, and oh, dear me!
And then the Elephant with a shout
Jumped in and tried to pull him out.
But he wasn't saved by the Elephant;
It was Mr. Jonah who saved the Ant.

And in the next chapter I'll tell you more about Marjorie on board the
Ark.

[Illustration: The Whale put out the fire, but he nearly sank the Ark.]

FIRE! FIRE!

"Fire! Fire! Fire!"

Marjorie awoke with a start. The Weathercock was again sounding the
warning, "Fire! Fire! Fire!"

"Where?" cried Marjorie, looking out of the porthole at the excited
Weathercock and then down to the deck, where at that moment Capt. Noah and
his sons appeared, each armed with a pail.

The fire evidently was at the forward end of the Ark,