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LILA SMITH was getting new ideas, too. She had been alone in the luxurious little cabin where she had been taken after she had been hurried from the Tappitt home. What kind of ship it was she did not know, for she had suffered the indignity of being blindfolded soon after Mum Oaks was landed at the Mecca wharf. She was not afraid; her first emotions were of intense curiosity. Fear never really came until the night of the fire.
It was not like any ship's cabin that she had ever seen; it was broad, low-roofed, and, though it was beautifully furnished, the walls panelled with polished grey ash and the fittings of silver, there was no porthole, no outlook upon the world. Somewhere near the cabin she could hear the hum of a little engine which served to ventilate and light her quarters. There was a beautiful bunk bed, a writing-table, and on the walls pictures, some of which, she guessed, were veritable old masters. A broad, low fireplace with an electric fire gave warmth in the chilly evenings.