Our second Sunday at sea. I say the Rosary and Litany in the second
cabin, where there are a number of Italians. I also give a short
instruction. A wee mite of a boy, with the coal black hair and dark
complexion of the South, keeps eyeing me curiously the while, as if
wondering how one who looks so little like a countryman can speak the
language.
Ever since we got fairly away from the American coast we have had
summer weather, the thermometer ranging from 50 to 70 degrees. The
temperature of the water has been even higher. One day it was 72
degrees; this morning it was 62. The Gulf Stream is here at its
widest. Only the short day can bring home to us the fact that we are
at the winter solstice.
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