at and vest.
Have you a ditty box?
she asked Captain Hinckley.
Yes, said he, and handed her his own box from a shelf above his head.
Mrs. Holmes, as calmly as if she had been in her own sittingroom, selected from the box needles and thread, which she carefully tucked away in the pockets of her coat.
All the while the ship was lurching fearfully and pounding against the coral reef.
You don't happen to have an extra hat?
asked Mrs. Holmes.
Captain Hinckley handed her a Louis Kossuth hat, which had become famous after Kossuth's visit to this country.
Taking a pair of scissors, she coolly and quickly cut off her hair close to her head, tried on the hat, and secured it under her chin with a tape fastened with safety pins.
There, don't I look like a boy?
she asked jokingly, and went calmly on deck in the midst of the uproar and confusion.
Mrs. Holmes' manner was never other than brave throughout the fearful days that followed.
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