The "cabins" were the best accommodation, each cabin allowing space for a tiny bed and room alongside of it in which to undress.

The bedding was clean, and with neither it nor the bed do I find any fault.

But there was no privacy about it, no being alone.
To get an adequate idea of a floor filled with cabins, you have merely to magnify a layer of the pasteboard pigeon-holes of an egg-crate till each pigeon-hole is seven feet in height and otherwise properly dimensioned, then place the magnified layer on the floor of a large, barnlike room, and there you have it.

There are no ceilings to the pigeon-holes, the walls are thin, and the snores from all the sleepers and every move and turn of your nearer neighbours come plainly to your ears.

And this cabin is yours only for a little while.