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 of irritation: "No, we don't! We don't either of us feel right like ourselves yet, and we're going to stay here till to-morrow noon and maybe longer. Where on earth have you been all this time? Never coming near us since before lunch! We might have been dead for all you knew or seemed to care. Where've you been?"

"Why, right on this vessel, dearie. Now, Honey"

Evidently he leaned over her with some placative purpose, for Mrs. Tinker's voice interrupted him, rising into an outcry:

"Go 'way! I'll be sick again! My goodness! Why, the whole cabin reeks with it!"

"With what, Mamma?"

"Whiskey!"

"Whiskey?" Tinker's voice sounded incredulous and plaintive. "Why, no, Mamma! I haven't been near"

"What? Don't you stand there and tell me any such story. Why, the whole place got strong with it the minute you came in the door. Can't you tell it, Libby?"

"I certainly can." The girl's petulant voice came from the other side of the cabin. "It makes me"