The next morning the passengers came straggling into the breakfast-room,
some looking very pale and wearied; but the elder Miss Elon came
tripping down the stairs like a sparrow.

While she and Fred were at the table her sister and Evelyn came in
together.

Fred sprang up to accompany them to seats.

"How are you feeling, dear?" Fred inquired.

"Fred, I confess I haven't gotten over old Neptune's slap yet. Did he
worry you any?"

"Not the least," and then he told her about Miss Elon's sister.

The younger Miss Elon was sitting alongside of Evelyn and remarked:

"Oh, Josephine never gets seasick."

"So I found out last night," replied Fred, "for we promenaded the deck
until ten o'clock. She drank pretty freely of acid phosphate, and that
removed the feeling entirely."

"Oh, my, Fred! Why didn't you offer me some of it?"

"I did for two days before we came aboard, but you refused to take it."

"Yes, but I didn't need it then."

"Well, that is the time when you should have taken it. I see you are
looking a little pale yet, and it isn't too late to brace up with a dose
of it now, but Miss Josephine has the bottle in her cabin."

"Yes," said her sister; "she gave me a dose of it, too, and, Mr.
Fearnot, I wish you could have heard the many kind things she said about
you. It's a wonder your ears didn't tingle."

"Well, well, well! Now I know why my ears did tingle so last night. I am
glad I know what caused it."

Evelyn laughed with Miss Elon and remarked:

"He is good at that sort of thing."

The breakfast set the girls all right, and they went up on deck and
promenaded until many other ladies appeared, some of them still showing
the effects of seasickness, but by noon they were all out, for the sea
was by no means very rough, and the further south the ship plowed the
more quiet the waters became.

Terry didn't eat any breakfast that morning at all, unless sucking two
or three whole lemons might be called by that name.

He came out on deck about ten o'clock, still entertaining very bad
opinions of old Father Neptune.

He could have abused the old fellow better without indulging in
profanity than any man living, but along in the middle of the afternoon
he recovered entirely.

He took charge of Grace Elon, the younger of the two Elon sisters, and
kept her laughing heartily as they walked to and fro upon the deck.

When they struck Cape Hatteras, where the water is always rough, it was
quite late in