We have a stewardess, Annie Cardozo, wife of the steward who is a Cape
de Verd, Portuguese, man. She is an Irish woman, very talkative, of
good disposition. She was fixing my mattress; I remarked that it was
too low on the side next the room. “Well,” said she, pleasantly, “we
must think of the Lord, he had no where to lie down.” She may have
thought that I was querulous, which in the present instance was not the
case; but I accepted the admonition.