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Whatever the number was of the second-class stateroom on the _Citric_, / it was rather too far down in the belly of that leviathan to have suited / fashionable people. But Oliver and Nancy had stopped being fashionable / some time before and they told each other that it was _much_ nicer than / first-class on one of the small liners with apparent conviction and / never got tired of rejoicing at their luck in its being an outside. / It was true that the port-hole might most of the time have been wholly / ornamental for all the good it did them, for it was generally splashed / with grey October sea, but, at least, as Nancy lucently explained, you / could see things -- once there had actually been a porpoise -- and that / neither of them, in their present condition, would have worried very / much about it if their cabin had been an aquarium was a fact beyond / dispute.
"Time to get up, dear! " This is Oliver a little sternly from the upper / berth. "That was your bath that came in a minute ago and said something / in Cockney. At least I _think_ it was -- mine's voice is a good deal more / like one of Peter's butlers -- " "But, Ollie, I'm so _comfortable_!"