ng off in all directions, and
cabin beyond cabin, in an endless perspective. So bright and distinct,
too, were the reflections, that it was difficult to tell whether what
you were looking at was real, or only an imaged reflection of it.
Sometimes Rollo would see, apparently at a great distance, a man walking
along among carved columns in some remote passage way, and then, in an
instant, the man would pass directly by his sofa. He had been near all
the time, and it was only some third or fourth reflection of him that
Rollo had seen.

On the afternoon of the second day of Rollo's voyage, just before eight
bells, which would be the time for dinner, as Rollo was lying on a sofa
in the saloon, feeling very miserably, and extremely disinclined to
speak or to move, two young men came along, talking in a loud and
somewhat noisy manner. They stopped opposite to him, and one of them
began punching Rollo with the curved head of his cane, saying,--

"Well, Rollo, what's the matter with you? Sick? O, get up, boy, and
drive about. Don't lie moping here like a landlubber. Get up, and go and
eat some dinner. It is almost eight bells."

Rollo wished very much that these visitors would leave him alone. He
made very little reply to them, only saying that he did not wish for
any dinner. In fact, he felt sure that, if he were to go to the table,
he could not eat any thing.

The men, after laughing at him, and punching him, and teasing him a
little longer, went away.

A few minutes after this, Maria and Jennie came into the saloon. They
were ready to go to dinner, and so they came into the saloon to wait
there till the gong should sound. When they saw Rollo lying upon the
sofa, they went up to him, but did not speak. Rollo opened his eyes and
looked at them. Maria smiled, but still did not speak. Rollo smiled in
return, though somewhat faintly, and then shut his eyes again. Then
Maria led Jennie away, gently.

"You see," said Maria to Jennie, when they had gone out of Rollo's
hearing, "he feels a little sick, and when persons feel seasick they do
not like to talk. I am going to get him a bowl of broth."

"Well," said Jennie, "let me go and ask him if he would like some."

"No," said Maria. "If you were to ask him, he would say no. He would
think that he could not eat it; and yet, if I bring it to him, without
saying any thing about it, when he tastes it perhaps he will like it.
In fact, when people are sick, it is always better not