Goodnough's big sun-bonnet, which she tied on Bessie's head,
thus effectually hiding her features from sight. "There!" Jennie
continued, as she contemplated the disfiguring head-gear with great
satisfaction, "them spalpeens can't see ye now, and if they heave you
down anything it's meself will heave it back, for what business have
they to be takin' things from the table without the captain's lave, and
throwin' 'em to us as if we was a lot of pigs. It's just stalin', and
nothin' else."
The fresh air and change did Bessie good, and, protected by the
sun-bonnet and Jennie, she sat outside until sunset, and was then
carried to her berth. That night the wind changed, causing the ship to
roll in a most unsatisfactory manner; and Bessie, who was exceedingly
sensitive to every motion, was not able to go outside again, but lay on
her bed, whiter a great deal than the pillow under her head, and with a
look of suffering on her face which touched the kind-hearted Jennie to
the quick.
"An' sure she'll be throwin' up ivery blessed thing she'll ate for the
next year," she said.
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