10 TWO DIANAS IN SOMALILAND 
ships, together with a Christian Science lady who lay 
in her berth most days crooning hymns to herself in 
between violent paroxysms of mal-de-mer. I always 
understood that in Christian Science you do not have 
to be ill if you do not want to. This follower of the 
faith was very bad indeed, and didn’t seem to like the 
condition of things much. We rather thought of ques- 
tioning her on the apparent discrepancy, but judged 
it wiser to leave the matter alone. It is as well to 
keep on good terms with one’s cabin mate. 
Nothing really exciting occurred on the voyage, but 
one of the passengers provided a little amusement by 
her management, or rather mismanagement, of an 
awkward affair. Almost as soon as we started I 
noticed we had an unusually pretty stewardess, and 
that a warrior returning to India appeared to agree 
with me. He waylaid her at every opportunity, and I 
often came on them whispering in comers of passages 
o’ nights. Of course it had nothing to do with me 
what the stewardess did, for I am thankful to say I did 
not require her tender ministrations on the voyage at 
all. Well, in the next cabin to ours was a silly little 
woman— I had known her for years— going out to 
join her husband, a colonel of Indian Lancers. She 
made the most never-ending fuss about the noise 
made by a small baby in the adjoining cabin. One 
night, very late, Mrs. R. could not, or would not, 
endure the din any longer, so decided to oust the 
stewardess from her berth in the ladies’ cabin, the 
stewardess to come to the vacated one next the wailing 
baby. All this was duly carried into effect, and the 
