lives in glass houses should be more careful."

"I--I--I--how so--that's the limit!" Groening angrily rejoined, as he
considered it an honor to be known among his friends as a woman hater.
"I--in a glass house? It's a mean accusation, or have you been drinking
too much wine, my dear boy?"

"Bah! only a glass," answered the younger officer, defending himself.
"It is ridiculous to claim anything like that."

"Well, well, be friends now, sirs," I said soothingly. "Don't let's
quarrel down here at the bottom of the sea. I hereby decide that our
younger officer is absolutely sober, but that, even so, he will not be
allowed to let his April girl with her fishtail come in here, as a
punishment, because he has jilted his February girl."

With this decision both these fighting roosters (really the best friends
in the world) had to be pleased, and the eternal discussion of Eve and
her daughters, which had nearly made the ocean bottom shake under our
feet, was ended.

Shortly after this we went to bed in our narrow bunks--for the first time
undressed on the voyage--and soon enjoyed a sleep free from dreams.

V

THE WITCH-KETTLE

In the morning no rooster crowed to wake me. But, instead, there stood
my faithful orderly, the Pole, Tuczynski, before my bed, and loudly
announced:

"Herr Captain Lieutenant, it's five-thirty!"

I woke up in bewilderment. My head was still dull after a sound sleep.

"What's up?"

"It's five-thirty," repeated the orderly. "The water for washing and the
clothes are ready."

Ah! Like a flash the reality was before me. We were lying on the bottom
of the sea--were going to arise within an hour--and then we were going
to----

I leaped out of bed. The thought of "then we were going to" fully awoke
me. "Yes, we are going to go at it; everything depends upon to-day," I
thought, and put my feet into my slippers.

Hardly had I scrambled to my feet when I had to grasp the closet to
support myself.

"What's up now?" I asked, turning to my good Pole, who was spitting on
my left boot in order to preserve the shine. "We are rolling. What's
happened?"

"Must be a little sea above," he replied with a grin.

"I can understand that myself, you smarty, but when did it start? Run
along quickly and find out when the rolling was first noticed!"

Tuczynski hurried to the "Centrale" and returned immediately with his
answer:

"About two o'clock, says Lieutenant Petersen."

"Well, then we must