So concluded Mr. Bolliver wrathily, settling himself again in his chair with an air of finality, Jane twinkled with sober delight.
"But I thought you liked the electric-fans and the hot water," she reminded him.
"Bah!" said Mr. Bolliver again, and opened his book ostentatiously.
So Jane went off to trudge around the deck once more. She declined various invitations to join in games of shuffle-board and quoits, and went over to the less popular windward side, where she could be blown to bits undisturbed and could fancy the Fortune of the Indies racing to Hong-Kong in ninety-two days. But the Kyoto Maru was doing her best for the imperious Jane, and every revolution of the screw brought her that much nearer to the summoning shores of China.
At about that time, while Jane stood gazing into the wind on board the swift and unfaltering liner, Mark and Alan were setting out from Shanghai to take the steamer for Nangpoo. Needless to say, they were wholly unaware that their sister was looking to windward in their
