She sat down on the bed and rubbed her head and laughed merrily.

"I _am_ a greenhorn!" she said.

"Another minute and I'd have had the whole boat laughing at me." She felt rested and hungry--ravenously hungry.

She tucked in her blouse, washed as well as she could in the tiny bowl on the little washstand.

Then before the cloudy watermarked mirror she arranged her scarcely mussed hair.