"None now; they had two--a son and a daughter--who lived to grow up, were children to be proud of, highly educated by their father, and very fond of each other and of their parents. The son used to act as guide to visitors boarding here in the cottages, going with them on fishing expeditions and so forth. On one of those occasions he was caught in a storm and took cold; that led to consumption and he finally died. They buried him under the orange trees. His sister was so overwhelmed with grief that she fretted herself to death, and now lies by his side." "Ah, the poor mother!" sighed Grandma Elsie. "And the father too," added Captain Raymond in a moved tone. CHAPTER VIII. Leaving St. Augustine the _Dolphin_ pursued her way down the Florida coast, pausing here and there for a day or two at the most attractive places, continuing on to the southernmost part of the State, around it, past Cape Sable and out into the Gulf of Mexico. Then, having accepted an invitation from Grandma Elsie to visit Viamede, they sailed on in a westerly direction. They had pleasant weather during their sojourn in and about Florida, but as they entered the Gulf a rain storm came up and continued until they neared the port of New Orleans. That confined the women and children pretty closely to the cabin and active little Ned grew very weary of it. "I wish I could go on deck," he sighed on the afternoon of the second day. "I'm so tired of staying down here where there's nothing to see." As he concluded a voice that sounded like that of a boy about his own age, and seemed to come from the stairway to the deck, said, "I'm sorry for that little chap. Suppose I come down there and try to get up a bit of fun for him." "By all means," replied the captain. "We will be happy to have you do so." Ned straightened himself up and looked eagerly in the direction of the stairway. "Who is it, papa?" he asked. "Why, don't you know me?" asked the voice, this time seeming to come from the door of one of the staterooms. "No, I don't," returned Ned. "I didn't know there was any boy on board, except myself." "Nor did I," said a rough man's voice, "What are you doing here, you young rascal? came aboard to steal, did you?" "Nothing but my passage, sir; and I'm not doing a bit of harm," replied the boyish voice. "Oh, I guess I know who you are," laughed Ned. "At least I'm pretty sure you're either Cousin Ronald or brother Max." At that a loud guffaw right at his ear made the little boy jump with an outcry, "Oh, who was that?" "Why don't you look and see?" laughed Lucilla. "Why, it doesn't seem to have been anybody," returned Ned, looking around this way and that. "But I'm not going to be frightened, for I just know it's one or the other of our ventriloquists. Now, good sirs, please let's have some more of it, for it's real fun." "Not much, I should think, after you are in the secret," said Max.