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down-stairs at once. That must have been
what she said when she was disappearing down
the cabin stairs.
In the cabin Mother and Karsten lav pale as
death, each on a sofa. I must lie down, too,
Mother said. Really, I hadn’t any wish to lie
down on a sofa now that the fun on deck was
just beginning; but as long as Mother said
so––-
Hurrah! Cups and plates and travs crashed
over each other in the serving-room, people
feli over each other on the stairs. The
travel-ing-wraps hanging out in the corridor, and
the green curtains before the staterooms swung
violently back and fortil, the ship tossed so.
“ Isn’t there any one that will help me? ”
begged a complaining but familiar voice
be-hind one of the curtains. That was certainly
the lady with the footstool. I jumped
be-hind the curtain; yes, so it was. She was
sitting on the edge of her berth; she said she
didn’t believe she could get out again if she
squeezed herself in, she was so fat.
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