the couch in the morning."

Rollo accordingly clambered up into his berth again, and the chambermaid
left him to himself. Presently, however, she came back with a dry pillow
and bolster for him.

"What makes the ship pitch and toss about so?" said Rollo.

"Head wind and a heavy sea," said the chambermaid; "that's all."

The chambermaid then, bidding Rollo go to sleep, passed on into Jennie's
state room, on her way to her own place of repose. As she went by, Maria
asked if there was not a storm coming on.

"Yes," said the chambermaid, "a terrible storm."

"How long will it be before morning?" asked Jennie.

"O, it is not two bells yet," said the chambermaid. "And you had better
not get up when the morning comes. You'll only be knocking about the
cabins if you do. I'll bring you some breakfast when it is time."

So saying, the chambermaid went away, and, left the children and Maria
to themselves.

Rollo tried for a long time after this to get to sleep, but all was in
vain. He heard two bells strike, and then three, and then four. He
turned over first one way, and then the other; his head aching, and his
limbs cramped and benumbed from the confined and uncomfortable positions
in which he was obliged to keep them. In fact, when Jennie on one
occasion, just after four bells struck, being very restless and wakeful
herself, ventured to speak to him in a gentle tone, and ask him whether
he was asleep, he replied that he was not; that he had been trying very
hard, but he could not get any thing of him asleep except his legs.

At length the gray light of the morning began to shine in at his little
round window. This he was very glad to see, although it did not promise
any decided relief to his misery; for the storm still continued with
unabated violence. At length, when breakfast time came, the chambermaid
brought in some tea and toast for Maria and for both the children. They
took it, and felt much better for it--so much so, that Rollo said he
meant to get up and go and see the storm.

"Well," said the chambermaid, "you may go, if you must. Dress yourself,
and go on the next deck above this, and walk along the passage way that
leads aft, and there you'll find a door that you can open and look out.
You'll be safe there."

"Which way is aft?" asked Rollo.

"That way," replied the chambermaid, pointing.

So Rollo got up, and holding firmly to the side of his berth with one
hand, and bracing himself between his berth