She groaned whenever she saw the boys coming toward her.
Fidelia joined them on several occasions, but her appearance was always the signal for a quarrel to begin.

Not until one morning when the boys were locked in their stateroom for punishment, did she have a chance to speak to Lloyd by herself.
"The boys opened a port-hole this morning," explained Fidelia.

"They had been forbidden to touch it.

Poor Beauty was asleep on the couch just under it, and a big wave sloshed over him and nearly drowned him.

He was soaked through.