Like most of the passengers, Maggie and Ivy went directly to bed when they reached their room. Standing up wasn’t easy in the storm, and anyhow it had been a long day. Maggie fell asleep promptly, but at about quarter of four woke to find Ivy sitting on the edge of her bed. Maggie turned on the light.
“Are you all right, Ivy?” she asked. “You haven’t seen another ghost, have you?”
“Very funny, Maggie,” Ivy said, laughing in spite of herself. “I’d rather be up because I saw a ghost than feel the way I do. I’m so queasy. And I’m shivering.”
“Let’s go down to the infirmary right away,” Maggie suggested as she started to get out of bed.
“Oh, I couldn’t make it all the way down there. I feel too dizzy. I’ll just lie down and see if it will pass.”
Maggie reached for her robe. “Then I’ll go and see if I can get you an ear patch and whatever else they’re giving out.”
“I don’t want you to walk around the ship alone at this hour,” Ivy said, then moaned. “But if you insist,” she finished feebly. “I never thought I was the type to get seasick. . . .”
“I’ll get a wet washcloth for your forehead and then run downstairs.”