The ladies’ cabin was fitted up very much as most well-appointed steamer cabins are, with handsome carpet, sofas, easy chairs, mirrors, water coolers, and so forth. Down the middle stood a long oval table, at which you could sit and read, or write, or sew, or talk with companions. This table was lighted at night by three large chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The Forces were well pleased with their quarters. And as for the girls, they were always running in and out of each other’s rooms, comparing and admiring. Only Mrs. Force was anxious about the comfort of her invalid brother. His stateroom was in the gentlemen’s cabin. She would hear when they should meet at tea whether he were well accommodated. They had scarcely completed their arrangements when the gong sounded to call the passengers to tea. They went up to the saloon, where they were joined by the earl and the old skipper. Their party of eight just filled one table, which they thenceforth kept for themselves. The old skipper was installed at the head of the table and the squire at the foot. Mrs. Force and the earl sat on the right and left of the skipper. This arrangement of the four elders was maintained for the whole of the voyage, but the four young people sat as they pleased. This table had two waiters, and they were well attended. In answer to Mrs. Force’s questions the earl gave her a good account of his stateroom, adding it was near that of the captain. After this the whole party went up on deck for a promenade. The setting sun was striking a broad path of glorious light across from the western horizon to the bows of the ship. “It seems the course of our voyage,” said Odalite. “We are sailing toward the setting sun, and just now in its path of flame.” There were many more people on the forward deck; but after the sun had dropped below the horizon the wind gradually freshened and it grew very cold. Then Mr. Force proposed that they should leave the deck. They all went down to the saloon and gathered around one of the vacant tables, where the captain entertained them with sea yarns, and even sang a sea song. There were many other groups of passengers gathered at the other tables, but they were still strangers to our party, when the old skipper began to sing his song with its roaring refrain of: “Oh! what a row! what a rumpus! and a rioting! They all endure, you may be sure, Who—go—to—sea!” Conversation stopped at all the tables, and all the people turned to listen. Presently several joined in the chorus and made the saloon ring again with melody. At the close of the song the singer was loudly applauded; but he excused himself from repeating the experiment. At ten o’clock supper was served for those who wished it; but as our party were not among that number they left the saloon and retired to their berths, where they were all soon rocked asleep by the motion of the ship. And so ended their first day out.