save for the steady swell and the tiny splashes on the surface of the ocean which dance & twinkle like so many stars in an ocean of blue. The sky is clear, except that here & there blotches of white cloud, soft as fleecy wool, or loose kapok, have scattered themselves, the better to help us appreciate the depth of their blue background.
Allen & I are up high (Australia always on top), right on the summit of the engine-house, Alllen trying to sleep, myself trying to scribble . Time is 9 A.M. breakfast being in the process of digestion.
Last night at 7.30 we had a song-service on the middle deck and there once again in a vivid but inarticulate and incommunicable way we learnt something of the power of the Spirit