The stars fell above me in magnificent heaps and the blue moon glowed with a divine promise. It was a full moon tonight. The ship was quiet after the gaiety of the first night settled down. I felt like I was holding a secret. I looked down. An old woman was leaning over the railing of the bottom deck. She was leaning forward as if she was searching for something she had dropped. She was wearing a white dress, just as Mrs. B had described. But Mrs. B had been wrong about one thing. She had said the woman was wearing a wedding dress; in fact, the dress had no resemblance to one that a bride would wear on her wedding day. Though it was white, the dress looked like it was made for the bearer to weep in; it looked like it was made to be worn at a funeral.