Hurrying to their stateroom and sitting close to each other on the sofa under the port-hole, they read Mrs. Burnett’s bright, sweet motherly letter, and a note from each of their brothers and sisters,—­even a crumpled printed one from five-year-old Bertie.  So bright and jolly were they all, that they allayed rather than heightened the first homesick feelings, and very soon the girls were chattering happily as they busied themselves with their unpacking.

The staterooms of the Kaiser Wilhelm II. are more commodious than can be found in most steamships, even those of the same line.  It was delightful to find a small wardrobe in which to hang the warm wrappers so useful on shipboard, and the thick coats that might be needed, and a chest of drawers for underclothing, gloves, etc.  Toilet articles were put on the tiny wall-shelves; magazines and books on the top of the chest of drawers; and soon the little room took on a bit of an individual and homelike look which was very pleasing.

Mrs. Douglas and Margery were just opposite them, and Malcom close at hand, so there was no chance of feeling too much adrift from the old life.

“Hello, girls!  Are you ready to come upstairs?” in Malcom’s voice.

“How nice your room looks!” cried Margery; and up to the deck they trooped to find that Malcom had seen that their steamer-chairs were well placed close together, and that Mrs. Douglas was already tucked in under her pretty Scotch rug.

How strange the deck looked now that the host of friends that had crowded to say good-by were gone!  Already many hats and bonnets had been exchanged for caps, for the wind was fresh, and, altogether, both passengers and deck struck our party as wearing quite a ship-shape air.  Mrs. Douglas held in her hand a passenger-list, so interesting at just this time, and was delighted to learn that an old-time travelling companion was on board.

“But, poor woman,” said she, “she always has to spend the first three or four days in her berth, so I shall not see her for a time unless I seek her there.  She is a miserable sailor.”

“Oh, dear!” said Bettina, “I had forgotten that there is such a thing as seasickness.  Do you think, Mrs. Douglas, that Barbara and I shall be seasick?  It seems impossible when we feel so well now; and the air is so fine, and everything so lovely!  Are you always seasick, and Malcom, and Margery?”

“I have never been really sick, save once, when crossing the English Channel,” replied Mrs. Douglas; “neither has Malcom ever given up to it, though sometimes he has evidently suffered.  But poor Margery has been very sick, and it is difficult for her to exert enough will-power to quickly overcome it.  It requires a prodigious amount to do this if one is really seasick.”

“I wonder what it feels like,” said Barbara.  “I think if will-power can keep one from it, I will not be seasick.”

“Come and walk, girls,” called Margery, who, with Malcom, had been vigorously walking to and fro on the wide deck, while their mother, Barbara, and Bettina had been talking.