"Good-morning, papa!" cried a sweet child voice at that moment; "here we come, and mamma will follow in a very few minutes." And with that Elsie and Ned came bounding across the deck to their father's side. He welcomed both with kind greetings and fatherly caresses. "Is your sister Grace up yet?" he asked, and Elsie answered: "Yes, sir; and almost dressed. She opened her door as I was going by, and gave me a kiss, and told me to tell papa she would be ready to go up to breakfast in a very few minutes!" "Ah," he said; "I fear she may hurry too much for her feeble strength. Neddie, boy, go down to the cabin, knock at your sister's door, and tell her papa says it is so early yet that she need not hurry with her dressing. We will wait till she and mamma are quite ready to go up to the house." "I will, papa," was the ready and cheerful response, as the little fellow turned to obey, but then he paused with the exclamation, "Oh, here they come--both of them!" The captain rose to exchange morning greetings with his wife and daughter, then all set out for the cottage on the hill. They found the other guests gathered on the front porch, and when morning salutations had been exchanged they fell into conversation, breakfast being not quite ready. The question was at once proposed how and where they should spend the day, and when the captain told of his plan in regard to that, it was hailed with delight. No one could think of anything better, and it was decided that they would start very shortly after finishing their morning meal. "Will it be a long voyage, captain?" asked Sydney in a jesting tone. "Something less than crossing the Atlantic," he returned with becoming gravity. "It certainly is, captain," Evelyn said with a smile. Then turning to Sydney, "Kingston is ninety-three miles north of New York." "Oh, well then, one will not need to burden one's self with much luggage," laughed Sydney. "So there will be no time consumed in packing trunks," remarked Lucilla. "I never have any trouble about that. Papa always does it for me," said Grace, giving him a loving look and smile. "Will we go on shore at Kingston, papa?" asked Elsie. "Probably," he replied. "And see the tree the silver bullet man was hung on?" asked Neddie. "I do not know whether it is still standing or not, my son," replied his father; "and, if so, it probably looks much like other apple trees. It was not at Kingston he was hanged, however, but at Hurley--a few miles from there." "Kingston is a very old place, is it not?" asked Violet.