chapter fourCrisa walked around the deck the first morning after they had sailed from New York and was glad of the warm cloak that she had bought at Macy’s.
When she went down to luncheon rather shyly, she asked the Chief Steward if she could have a table for herself and, although he suggested that she would find it more amusing to be at one of the larger tables, she insisted that she sit alone.
She not only felt rather timid, but she was also afraid, although she told herself it was ridiculous, that if she had much conversation with anybody, she might somehow give herself away so that they would suspect that she was travelling under a false name.
There was no reason, of course, for anyone to be suspicious and yet, because she had been so frightened that she would not get away, she did
