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〃Tuppence！〃 bawled a rude steward； slamming down a knife and fork。
Grandma could hardly believe it。
〃Twopence each？〃 she asked。
〃That's right；〃 said the steward； and he winked at his companion。
Grandma made a small； astonished face。 Then she whispered primly
to Fenella。 〃What wickedness！〃 And they sailed out at the further door
and along a passage that had cabins on either side。 Such a very nice
stewardess came to meet them。 She was dressed all in blue； and her
collar and cuffs were fastened with large brass buttons。 She seemed to
know grandma well。
〃Well； Mrs。 Crane；〃 said she； unlocking their washstand。 〃We've got
you back again。 It's not often you give yourself a cabin。〃 〃No；〃 said
grandma。 〃But this time my dear son's thoughtfulness〃
〃I hope〃 began the stewardess。 Then she turned round and took a
long； mournful look at grandma's blackness and at Fenella's black coat and
skirt； black blouse； and hat with a crape rose。
Grandma nodded。 〃It was God's will；〃 said she。
The stewardess shut her lips and； taking a deep breath； she seemed to
expand。
〃What I always say is；〃 she said； as though it was her own discovery；
〃sooner or later each of us has to go； and that's a certingty。〃 She paused。
〃Now； can I bring you anything； Mrs Crane？ A cup of tea？ I know it's
no good offering you a little something to keep the cold out。〃
Grandma shook her head。 〃Nothing； thank you。 We've got a few
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wine biscuits； and Fenella has a very nice banana。〃
〃Then I'll give you a look later on；〃 said the stewardess； and she went
out； shutting the door。
What a very small cabin it was！ It was like being shut up in a box
with grandma。 The dark round eye above the washstand gleamed at them
dully。 Fenella felt shy。 She stood against the door； still clasping her
luggage and the umbrella。 Were they going to get undressed in here？
Already her grandma had taken off her bonnet； and； rolling up the strings；
she fixed each with a pin to the lining before she hung the bonnet up。
Her white hair shone like silk； the little bun at the back was covered with a
black net。 Fenella hardly ever saw her grandma with her head uncovered；
she looked strange。
〃I shall put on the woollen fascinator your dear mother crocheted for
me；〃 said grandma； and； unstrapping the sausage； she took it out and
wound it round her head； the fringe of grey bobbles danced at her
eyebrows as she smiled tenderly and mournfully at Fenella。 Then she
undid her bodice； and something under that； and something else
underneath that。 Then there seemed a short； sharp tussle； and grandma
flushed faintly。 Snip！ Snap！ She had undone her stays。 She
breathed a sigh of relief； and sitting on the plush couch； she slowly and
carefully pulled off her elastic…sided boots and stood them side by side。
By the time Fenella had taken off her coat and skirt and put on her
flannel dressing…gown grandma was quite ready。
〃Must I take off my boots； grandma？ They're lace。〃
Grandma gave them a moment's deep consideration。 〃You'd feel a
great deal more comfortable if you did； child；〃 said she。 She kissed
Fenella。 〃Don't forget to say your prayers。 Our dear Lord is with us
when we are at sea even more than when we are on dry land。 And
because I am an experienced traveller；〃 said grandma briskly； 〃I shall take
the upper berth。〃
〃But； grandma； however will you get up there？〃
Three little spider…like steps were all Fenella saw。 The old woman
gave a small silent laugh before she mounted them nimbly； and she peered
over the high bunk at the astonished Fenella。
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〃You didn't think your grandma could do that； did you？〃 said she。
And as she sank back Fenella heard her light laugh again。
The hard square of brown soap would not lather； and the water in the
bottle was like a kind of blue jelly。 How hard it was； too； to turn down
those stiff sheets； you simply had to tear your way in。 If everything had
been different； Fenella might have got the giggles。。。At last she was inside；
and while she lay there panting； there sounded from above a long； soft
whispering； as though some one was gently； gently rustling among tissue
paper to find something。 It was grandma saying her prayers。。。
A long time passed。 Then the stewardess came in； she trod softly and
leaned her hand on grandma's bunk。
〃We're just entering the Straits；〃 she said。
〃Oh！〃
〃It's a fine night； but we're rather empty。 We may pitch a little。〃
And indeed at that moment the Picton Boat rose and rose and hung in
the air just long enough to give a shiver before she swung down again； and
there was the sound of heavy water slapping against her sides。 Fenella
remembered she had left the swan…necked umbrella standing up on the
little couch。 If it fell over； would it break？ But grandma remembered
too； at the same time。
〃I wonder if you'd mind； stewardess； laying down my umbrella；〃 she
whispered。
〃Not at all； Mrs。 Crane。〃 And the stewardess； coming back to
grandma； breathed； 〃Your little granddaughter's in such a beautiful sleep。〃
〃God be praised for that！〃 said grandma。
〃Poor little motherless mite！〃 said the stewardess。 And grandma was
still telling the stewardess all about what happened when Fenella fell
asleep。
But she hadn't been asleep long enough to dream before she woke up
again to see something waving in the air above her head。 What was it？
What could it be？ It was a small grey foot。 Now another joined it。
They seemed to be feeling about for something； there came a sigh。
〃I'm awake； grandma；〃 said Fenella。
〃Oh； dear； am I near the ladder？〃 asked grandma。 〃I thought it was