If he meant this for a compliment it was lost on Elithe. The motion of the boat was affecting her seriously again, and she grew so white that Paul began to feel alarmed, and to wonder what he should do in case she fainted. There were some ladies of his acquaintance on the boat, but he did not like to appeal to them, knowing how they would regard the forlorn little girl with nothing about her to mark her as belonging to their set. She was growing whiter every minute and bluer about her lips. Something must be done. “You are awfully seasick, arn’t you?” he said, fanning her with his hat. “Let me help you below to the ladies’ cabin, where there are cushions and rocking chairs and bowls and things; but no, I’ve heard mother say it was frightfully close and smelly there. I have it. You stay here and keep your eyes shut. Don’t look at the water. The old boat does bob round like a cork. I never knew it to cut such capers before in the summer. It’s the stiff breeze, I guess.” Elithe scarcely heard him, or knew when he left her. She was trying to keep down the nausea which was threatening to overmaster her and might have done so but for Paul’s happy thought of lemonade. It always helped him. It would help Elithe, and he brought her a glass of it, with chopped ice and a straw, and made her take it and watched as the color came back to her face, and he knew she was better. “It was so good, and you are so kind. How much was it?” she asked, giving him back the glass and beginning to open her purse, now nearly empty. “Nothing, nothing,” he answered, energetically, thinking of the difference between this girl, the scantiness of whose means he suspected, and the many young ladies he knew who would unhesitatingly allow him or any other man to pay whatever he chose to pay for them. “By George, there’s a vacant chair, and I mean to capture it before any one seizes it!” he exclaimed, and, darting off, he soon returned with a chair, in which Elithe was more comfortable than she had been on the hard seat on the side of the boat. “Lean your head back and shut your eyes; that’s right,” he said, and Elithe lay back and closed her eyes.