AND ROGER IN LONDON

"Off at last!"

"Yes, Roger, and I am not sorry for it."

"And just to think, Dave, inside of a week we'll be in England! It
doesn't seem possible."

The two boys were standing on the deck of the great steamer, watching
the last sight of New York City as it faded from view. Mr. Wadsworth and
Caspar Potts had come down to see them off, and all had had a fine meal
together at the old Astor House.

It was a clear, cold day, and the boys were glad enough to button their
overcoats as they remained on deck watching the last bit of land
disappear from view. Then they swept by the Sandy Hook lightship and out
into the broad Atlantic, rolling majestically in the bright sunlight.

By good luck Dave had managed to obtain a first-class stateroom, and the
chums felt very comfortable when they settled down in the apartment. But
they did not know a soul on board, and it was not until the second day
out that they made a few acquaintances.

"I think we are going to have a fine trip over," said the senator's son,
on the evening of the second day. "Don't you think so, Dave?"

"I'll tell you better when we reach the other side," answered the boy
from the country, with a laugh. "I don't know much about the Atlantic.
When we were traveling on the Pacific I know the weather changed very
quickly sometimes."

That very night came a heavy blow and by morning the seas were running
high. The air was piercing cold, and everybody was glad enough to remain
in the cabins. Dave, returning from the ship's library with a volume on
travels in England, found Roger had gone to their stateroom.

"Seasick, I'll wager a new hat," he said to himself, and hurried to the
apartment. Sure enough, the senator's son was on his berth and as pale
as death.

"Can I do anything?" asked Dave, kindly.

"Nothing," groaned Roger. "Only make the boat stop for a minute--just
one minute, Dave!"

"I would if I could, Roger. But maybe you'll get over it soon," he
added, sympathetically.

"Perhaps--after my insides have had their merry-go-round ride," was the
mournful reply.

Fortunately the heavy blow did not last long, and by the morning of the
fourth day the Atlantic was comparatively calm. Dave had not been
seasick in the least, and he was glad to see his chum come around once
more. Roger greeted him with a faint smile.

"I was going to fight against it," said the senator's son. "But when it
caught me I had to give in first clip. O