Chapter Six
Despite the late hour she’d turned in, Myrtle set an alarm to get up extremely early. It was the day they were going through Glacier Bay and she’d heard that you had to be up and about early to get a decent window seat on the ship.
She was sure that Miles would also want a good seat so she tapped on his stateroom door. And tapped again. A few minutes later, quite a few minutes, a bleary-eyed Miles opened the door.
“Sleeping?” asked Myrtle, surprised. “What about the glaciers?”
Miles disappeared for a moment and returned to thrust a jacket at Myrtle.
“What’s this for?” Myrtle demanded.
“It’s my stand-in,” said Miles.
“You want me to reserve you a seat with your jacket? That’s hardly fair, is it?” asked Myrtle.
“I think it’s only unfair when one is reserving three or more
