Here and there sailors began to light the deck lamps; many of the passengers went below to avoid the coming chill.

In her stateroom Grace was just writing: "For over a week we have been sailing under British colors, we good Americans, Hugh and I,--and I may add, Mr.Veath." Another turn down the promenade and back brought Ridgeway and Veath face to face with the old gentleman and the young lady, who were on the point of starting below.

The Americans paused to let them pass, lifting their caps.

The old gentleman, now eager and apparently more interested in life and its accompaniments, touched the vizor of his cap in response, and the young lady smiled faintly as she drew her skirts aside and passed before him.
"Did you ever see a smile like that ?" cried Hugh, as the couple disappeared from view.
"Thousands," answered his companion.

"They're common as women themselves.