I was lying in my long chair looking at the thick, low stars and thinking it was a long time since I had seen John.
'Dearest mamma, out here and nothing over your shoulders! You ARE imprudent.

Where is your wrap?
Mr.Tottenham, will you please fetch mamma's wrap for her ?' 'If mamma so instructs me,' he said audaciously.
'Do as Cecily tells you,' I laughed, and he went and did it, while I by the light of a quartermaster's lantern distinctly saw my daughter blush.
Another time, when Cecily came down to undress, she bent over me as I lay in the lower berth with unusual solicitude.

I had been dozing, and I jumped.
'What is it, child ?' I said.

'Is the ship on fire ?' 'No, mamma, the ship is not on fire.

There is nothing wrong.