As for Ruth, she knew, from her experience on the last voyage they had taken, that she should not be sea-sick, and so everybody was as happy and jolly as possible.
During the afternoon, after they had all been sitting on deck for some time, talking of the dear ones left at home, and of the many friends whom they hoped soon to meet, Ruth said she was going down to open her trunk and get out the album containing the pictures of her girl friends in Norton, and see if they looked as she remembered them.

It was so long since she had opened this album that she had almost forgotten whose pictures were in it.

She soon returned with it in her hand, and with a very puzzled expression on her face.
"Mark," she said, "did you ever think that Frank March looked like anybody else whom we know ?" "I don't know," answered Mark.

"Yes, come to think of it, I have thought two or three times that his face had a familiar look, but I never could think who it was he resembled.

Why ?" Placing the album in his hand, and opening it to the first page, on which was the photograph of Edna May, Ruth said, "Do you think he looks anything like that ?" "Why, yes! of course he does," exclaimed Mark, startled at the resemblance he saw.