In the few days that remained before the _Nathan Ross_ was to sail, there
was no time for remodeling her cabin to accommodate Priscilla; so that
was left for the first weeks of the cruise. There were matters enough,
without it, to occupy those last days. Little Priss was caught up like a
leaf in the wind; she was whirled this way and that in a pleasant and
heart-stirring confusion. And through it all, her laughter rang in the
air like the sound of bells. To Joel, Sunday night, she said: "Oh, Joe
... it's been an awful rush. But it's been such fun.... And I never was
so happy in my life."