“You ought to be at dinner,” said the man, taking no notice of this.

“That’s what we think,” agreed Anna-Felicitas earnestly.

“Can you please tell us how to get there?” asked Anna-Rose, still distant, but polite, for she too very much wanted to know.

“But don’t tell us to ask the Captain,” said Anna-Felicitas, even more earnestly.

“No,” said Anna-Rose, “because we won’t.”

The man laughed.  “Come right along with me,” he said, striding on; and they followed him as obediently as though such persons as possible boese Buben didn’t exist.

“First voyage I guess,” said the man over his shoulder.

“Yes,” said the twins a little breathlessly, for the man’s legs were long and they could hardly keep up with him.

“English?” said the man.

“Ye—­es,” said Anna-Rose.

“That’s to say, practically,” panted the conscientious Anna-Felicitas.

“What say?” said the man, still striding on.  “I said,” Anna-Felicitas endeavoured to explain, hurrying breathlessly after him so as to keep within reach of his ear, “practically.”

“Ah,” said the man; and after a silence, broken only by the pantings for breath of the twins, he added:  “Mother with you?”

They didn’t say anything to that, it seemed such a dreadful question to have to answer, and luckily he didn’t repeat it, but, having got to the door they had been searching for, opened it and stepped into the bright light inside, and putting out his arm behind him pulled them in one after the other over the high wooden door-frame.

Inside was the same stewardess they had seen earlier in the afternoon, engaged in heatedly describing what sounded like grievances to an official in buttons, who seemed indifferent.  She stopped suddenly when the man appeared, and the official took his hands out of his pockets and became alert and attentive, and the stewardess hastily picked up a tray she had set down and began to move away along a passage.

The man, however, briefly called “Hi,” and she turned round and came back even more quickly than she had tried to go.

“You see,” explained Anna-Rose in a pleased whisper to Anna-Felicitas, “it’s Hi she answers to.”

“Yes,” agreed Anna-Felicitas.  “It’s waste of good circumlocutions to throw them away on her.”

“Show these young ladies the dining-room,” said the man.

“Yes, sir,” said the stewardess, as polite as you please.

He nodded to them with a smile that developed for some reason into a laugh, and turned away and beckoned to the official to follow him, and went out again into the night.

“Who was that nice man?” inquired Anna-Rose, following the stewardess down a broad flight of stairs that smelt of india-rubber and machine-oil and cooking all mixed up together.

“And please,” said Anna-Felicitas with mild severity, “don’t tell us to ask the Captain, because we really do know better than that.”