"I shall never be an authoress," she declared firmly on the last afternoon of the voyage, when most of the invalids had come on deck and sat about warmly wrapped in rugs and golf capes. "I had thought of devoting myself to literature next year, but I've changed my mind. The general public is too hard to suit, if you are fair samples. Roberta thinks I have too much description of Nassau, and now Betty thinks I haven't enough. Bob says the conversation sounds stilted, and yesterday Helen Adams told me that it wasn't high-flown enough for college faculty."