Hilma leaned out of the window and as long as she could keep her mother in sight waved her handkerchief.

Then at length she sat back in her seat and looked at her husband.
"Well," she said.
"Well," echoed Annixter, "happy ?" for the tears rose in her eyes.
She nodded energetically, smiling at him bravely.
"You look a little pale," he declared, frowning uneasily; "feel well ?" "Pretty well." Promptly he was seized with uneasiness.

"But not ALL well, hey?
Is that it ?" It was true that Hilma had felt a faint tremour of seasickness on the ferry-boat coming from the city to the Oakland mole.

No doubt a little nausea yet remained with her.

But Annixter refused to accept this explanation.