How Mrs.Minchin contrived to keep her own feet and to nurse the poor boy as she did was a marvel.

He died on her knees.
The weather had been rough up to the time of his death, but it was a calm lovely morning on which his body was committed to the deep.

The ship's bell tolled at daybreak, and all the ladies but the bride were with poor Mrs.Curling at the funeral.

Mrs.Seymour lay in her berth, and whined complaints of "that horrid bell." She displayed something between an interesting terror and a shrewish anger because there was "a body on board." When she said that the Curlings ought to be thankful to have one child less to provide for, the other ladies hurried indignantly from the cabin.
The early morning air was fresh and mild.

The sea and sky were grey, but peaceful.