THE FREEDOM OF THE SEAS
the inhabitants spoke of it as a mist. Whatever it was, it made them wish they had their rubber coats. They retired to the Y. M. C. A. hut to wait for it to stop, but it showed no intention of doing anything so obliging, and so, after awhile, finding the hut deficient in excitement, they metaphorically shrugged damp shoulders and swaggered forth again. Perhaps it would hare been as well if they hadn't, as things turned out. Or perhaps, on the other hand, it was fortunate that they did. It all depends on how you look at it.
