The old ship rolled, and she pitched, and she heaved, and she butted, right and left, against the waves, and made herself just as uncomfortable for human beings as she could, but, for all that, I went to sleep after a while.
I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, there was Rectus, sitting on a little bench by the state-room wall, with his feet braced against the berth.

He was hard at work sucking a lemon.

I turned over and looked down at him.

He didn't look a bit sick.

I hated to see him eating lemons.
"Don't you feel badly, Rectus ?" said I.
"Oh no!" said he; "I'm all right.