"In another hour, when the sun gets lower, Bob, we can come and sit here. It is a lovely view, isn't it?" "Beautiful!" Bob said, leaning on the wall. Below them lay the sea front, with its gardens and bright foliage and pretty houses, with Europa Point and the sea stretching away beyond it. A little to the right were the African hills; and then, turning slightly round, the Spanish coast, with Algeciras nestled in foliage, and the bay with all its shipping. The head of the bay was hidden, for the ground behind was higher than that on which the house stood. "Come in, Bob," Captain O'Halloran said. "You had better get out of the sun. Of course, it is nothing to what it will be; but it is hot now, and we are none of us acclimatized, yet." The rooms were of a fair size, but the light-coloured walls gave them a bare appearance, to Bob's eyes. They were, however, comfortably furnished, matting being laid down instead of carpets. "It is cooler, and cheaper," Carrie said, seeing Bob looking at them. "This is your room, and this is the kitchen," and she opened the door into what seemed to Bob a tiny place, indeed. Across one end was a mass of brickwork, rather higher than an ordinary table. Several holes, a few inches deep, were scattered about over this. In some of these small charcoal fires were burning, and pots were placed over them. There were small openings from the front, leading to these tiny fireplaces; and a Spanish girl was driving the air into one of these, with a fan, when they entered. "This is my brother, Manola," Mrs. O'Halloran said. The girl smiled and nodded, and then continued her work. "She speaks English?" Bob said, as they went out. "She belongs to the Rock, Bob. Almost all the natives here talk a little English." "Where do these steps lead to? I thought we were at the top of the house." "Come up and see," Carrie said, leading the way. Following her, Bob found himself on a flat terrace, extending over the whole of the house. Several orange trees--in tubs--and many flowers, and small shrubs in pots stood upon it; and three or four light cane-work lounging chairs stood apart. "Here is where we come when the sun is down, Bob. There is no finer view, we flatter ourselves, anywhere in Gib. Here we receive our guests, in the evening. We have only begun yet, but we mean to make a perfect garden of it." "It is splendid!" Bob said, as he walked round by the low parapet, and gazed at the view in all directions; "and we can see what everyone else is doing on their roofs, and no one can look down on us--except from the rock over there, behind us, and there are no houses there."