The Little Clever Head

Trembling and shivering in her light little coat, a small girl sat among crates and sacks on the third-class deck.

She looked about eight or nine. Her black eyes fearfully watched the foaming, churning waves beyond the rail.

The passengers had long gone to warm cabins; here, on the deck, there were only a few workers huddled on sacks, covered their heads with pieces of tarpaulin—and she, the little traveler. She was shaking from the cold, looking for protection from the damp between the crates and sacks…

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