"Marie--dress yourself this moment.

We may be in no real danger at all." "Do you think not! Oh, Betty!" they wailed in concert.

"Oh, what shall we do with mother!" "Where is your mother ?" "She fainted--Louise----" Betty was in Mrs.Worthington's cabin before they had finished speaking.
The poor woman had fainted, and struck her cheek against a chair.

She lay on the floor in her nightgown, with blood trickling from a cut on her face.

Her maid, Louise, was wringing her hands, and doing nothing whatever.
"If you don't bring the brandy this minute," said the beautiful Miss Vanderpoel, "I'll box your ears.