My room was filled so full of things--instruments, books, furniture, presents from friends, supplies, et cetera--that there was no space for me.

Since my return some one has asked me if I played on the pianola in my cabin that first day at sea.

I did not, for the excellent reason that I could not get near it.

The thrilling experiences of those first few hours were mainly connected with excavating a space some six feet long by two feet broad in the region of my bunk, where I could lay myself down to sleep when the time came.
I have a special affection for my little cabin on the _Roosevelt_.

Its size and the comfort of the bathroom adjoining were the only luxuries which I allowed myself.