The fourth day out Mrs. Goodnough said Bessie must be taken into the fresh air, as nothing else would avail to help her, and a stool was placed for her on the deck, and then Jennie took her in her strong arms, and carrying her out put her down as gently as if she had been a baby.

“An’, faith ye must be covered,” she said, as, faint and sick, Bessie leaned back against the door, thus fully disclosing to view her white, beautiful face, which made such a striking picture among the steerage passengers, and began to attract attention from the upper deck.

It had already been rumored through the ship that there was a young lady in the steerage, and as it takes but little to interest a ship’s company, much curiosity was felt concerning her, and when it was known that she had come out from the cabin, quite a little group gathered in the part of the boat nearest to her, and stood looking down at her.

“Och, me honeys,” Jennie said, frowning savagely at them, “I’ll spile yer fun for you, an’ it’s not her blessed face ye shall stare at, though the sight of it might do ye good,” and rushing to her berth she brought out Mrs. Goodnough’s big sun-bonnet, which she tied on Bessie’s head, thus effectually hiding her features from sight.  “There!” Jennie continued, as she contemplated the disfiguring head-gear with great satisfaction, “them spalpeens can’t see ye now, and if they heave you down anything it’s meself will heave it back, for what business have they to be takin’ things from the table without the captain’s lave, and throwin’ ’em to us as if we was a lot of pigs.  It’s just stalin’, and nothin’ else.”

The fresh air and change did Bessie good, and, protected by the sun-bonnet and Jennie, she sat outside until sunset, and was then carried to her berth.  That night the wind changed, causing the ship to roll in a most unsatisfactory manner; and Bessie, who was exceedingly sensitive to every motion, was not able to go outside again, but lay on her bed, whiter a great deal than the pillow under her head, and with a look of suffering on her face which touched the kind-hearted Jennie to the quick.

“An’ sure she’ll be throwin’ up ivery blessed thing she’ll ate for the next year,” she said.  “If I could only right side up her stomach.  I wonder if an orange would do it;” and counting her little stock of money—­six shillings in all—­she took a few pennies, and going to the stewardess, bade her buy two of the finest and swatest oranges in the butler’s pantry.”

“Here, honey!  Here’s what will turn that nasty, creepin’ sickness, an’ make ye feet like the top of the mornin’,” she said to Bessie, as she sat down beside her and held a piece of the juicy fruit to her lips.

And Bessie was trying to take it when a voice outside said to Mrs. Goodnough: 

“I heard there was some one very sick, and have come to see if I can do anything for her.”

The next moment a middle-aged lady, with grayish hair and a sweet, sad face, came in, and going up to Jennie, said: