Then the atmosphere cleared again, and she saw far below her what looked like a vast expanse of ocean that had been suddenly frozen solid.
There were the long Atlantic rollers tipped with snowy foam.

Here and there at wide intervals were little black dots, some of them with brown trails behind them, others with little patches of white which showed up distinctly against the dark grey-blue of the sea.

Every moment they grew bigger.

Then the white-crested waves began to move, and the big ocean steamers and full-rigged sailing ships looked less and less like toys.
Just under them there was a very big one with four funnels pouring out dense volumes of black smoke.

Redgrave took up a pair of glasses, looked at her for a moment and said: "That's the _Deutschland_, the new Hamburg-American record-breaker.
Suppose we go down and have a lark with her.