But the North Sea is in front of us, and what looks like the worst gale that has blown this autumn is rising behind." "This is a good sea-boat, and on the open water I think perhaps that we ought to weather it," she said, trying to speak cheerfully, as Morris stowed the sail, for in that wind they wanted no canvas.
"I wish we had something to eat," she added presently; "I am so hungry." "By good luck I can help you there," he answered.

"Yesterday I was out fishing and took lunch for myself and the boatman; but the fish wouldn't bite, so we came back without eating it, and it is still in the locker.
Shift a little, please, I will get the basket." She obeyed, and there was the food sure enough, plenty of it.

A thick packet of sandwiches, and two boiled eggs, a loaf, and a large lump of cheese for the boatman, a flask of whiskey, a bottle of beer, another of water, and two of soda.

They ate up the sandwiches and the eggs, Morris drinking the beer and Stella the soda water, for whiskey as yet she would not touch.
"Now," she said, "we are still provisioned for twenty-four hours with the bread and cheese, the water and the soda which is left." "Yes," he answered, "if we don't sink or die of cold we shall not starve.

I never thought that sandwiches were so good before;" and he looked hungrily at the loaf.
"You had better put it away; you may want it later," she suggested.