want something infinitely more stable. I shall work my way along this brass rod until I can make a bolt for the door. If you want to make yourself real useful, go and stand on the stairway, or the companion way I think you call it, and if I come through the door with too great force you'll prevent me from going down the stairs."
"'Who ran to help me when I fell,'" quoted Mr. Morris, as he walked along ahead of her, having some difficulty in maintaining his equilibrium.
"I wouldn't mind the falling," replied the young lady, "if you only would some pretty story tell; but you are very prosaic, Mr. Morris. Do you ever read anything at all?"
"I never read when I have somebody more interesting than a book to talk to."
"Oh, thank you. Now, if you will get into position on the stairway, I shall make my attempts at getting to the door."
"I feel like a baseball catcher," said Morris, taking up a position somewhat similar to that of the useful man behind the bat.
Miss Earle, however, waited until the ship was on an even keel, then walked to the top of the companion way, and, deftly catching up the train of her dress, with as much composure as if she were in a ballroom, stepped lightly down the stairway.
