Early the next morning our party landed at Newport, where they took
a carriage for their sea-side home. It was early when they arrived,
but they found everybody up, and ready with a joyful welcome, in both
that house and the next two, occupied by the Dinsmores, Travillas, and
Lelands. The delight of all the Raymonds, from the Captain down to the
baby boy, was a pretty thing to see.
The occupants of the other cottages were present, and rejoiced with
them; and from one and all Cousin Donald received a very warm welcome.
They were evidently much pleased to see him, and soon made him feel
quite at home among them.
They all sat down to breakfast together, almost immediately upon the
arrival of the travellers, and lingered over the table in pleasant
chat, talking of what had occurred to one and another during the
absence of the Captain, Max, and Lulu, questioning Cousin Donald in
regard to loved ones more nearly related to him than to themselves, and
laying plans for his and their own entertainment during his stay among
them.
"I hope," remarked the Captain, "that some naval vessel will come
within reach, so that we may have a chance to visit her in your
company, Donald."
"Thank you; I would greatly enjoy so doing," Donald answered. "I
suppose a visit from such a vessel is by no means rare in these parts
at this time of year."
"No," the Captain replied, glancing through a window looking upon the
sea, as he spoke. "Why, there is one in plain view at this moment!" he
cried, starting to his feet.
They all hastily left the table and gathered upon a porch which gave
them a good view of the sea and the man-of-war, hardly a mile away.
"My spy-glass, Max, my son," the Captain said.
"Here, Papa," answered Max, putting it into his father's hand. "I knew
it would be wanted."
"Good boy," returned the Captain. "Ah, yes," looking through the glass,
"just as I thought. It is the 'Wanita,' Captain Wade, an old friend of
mine; we were boys together in the Naval Academy." His face shone with
pleasure as he spoke. "We must visit her," he added, passing the glass
to Donald.
Max and Lulu exchanged glances of delight,--Papa was so kind and
indulgent they were almost sure he would take them along if he knew
they wished to go.
"Not to-day, Levis? I am sure you must be too much fatigued with your
long journey," Violet said, with a look into her husband's eyes that
seemed to add, "I could not be content to part from you for an hour
just yet."
His answering look was as fond as her own.
"No, dearest," he said, low and tenderly, "nor do I intend to go at all
without my little wife, unless she absolutely refuses to accompany me;
we will stay quietly at home to-day, if you wish, and perhaps visit the
'Wanita' to-morrow."
It was a bit of private chat, the others being quite engrossed with the
'Wanita,' taking turns in gazing upon her through the glass.
The next moment Lulu was by her father's side, asking in eager
beseeching tones, "Papa, if you go on board that war vessel won't you
take Max and me with you?"
"I think it highly probable, in case you should both wish to go," he
said, smiling at the look of entreaty in her face and its sudden change
to one of extreme delight as she heard his reply.
"Oh, Papa, thank you ever so much!" she cried, fairly dancing with
delight. "There's nothing I'd like better; and I hope we can all go."
"You would enjoy it, my dear?" asked the Captain, turning to his wife.
"I would enjoy going anywhere with you, Levis; and your company is
particularly desirable on a man-of-war," Violet answered with a happy
laugh.
"Thank you," he returned, with a bow and smile. "We must have
them--Wade and his officers--here too. It will be a pleasure to
entertain them."
"Oh, Papa, how delightful!" cried Lulu, clapping her hands.
"Ah, my child, let me advise you not to be too much elated," laughed
her father; "they may have or receive orders to leave this port for
some other before our plan can be carried out."
"What plan is it?" "To what do you refer, Captain?" asked several
voices; for nearly every one had now taken a look at the man-of-war,
and was ready to give attention to something else.
The Captain explained.
"Oh, how delightful!" exclaimed Zoe. "Will it be a dinner, tea, or
evening party, Captain?"
"That question remains open to discussion, Sister Zoe," he returned,
with a twinkle of fun in his eye. "What would you advise?"
"Oh," she said laughingly, "I am not prepared to answer that question
yet."
Then the others joined in with proposals and suggestions, but nothing
was positively decided upon just at that time.
The day was spent restfully in wandering along the shore, sitting on
the beach or the cottage porches, chatting and gazing out over the
sea, or napping,--most of the last-named being done by the lately
returned travellers.
The little girls of the family, occasionally joined by Max Raymond
and Walter Travilla, spent much of the day together, rather apart
from their elders,--Lulu most of the time giving an account of her
trip out West and weeks of sojourn in the town of Minersville, the
acquaintances she had made, and all that had happened during the stay
there, especially of the sad occurrence which so seriously marred the
enjoyment of the last days of their visit, Max now and then taking part
in the narrative.
Both had a great deal to tell about West Point and Saratoga, and the
places of historical interest in their vicinity. Evidently the trip to
the far West and back again, with their father, had been one of keen
enjoyment to both of them.
So the day passed and evening drew on. The little ones were in bed, the
others all gathered upon the porches enjoying the delicious sea-breeze,
and the view of the rolling waves, crested with foam, and looking like
molten silver where the moonbeams fell full upon them.
Every one seemed gay and happy, and there was a good deal of cheerful
chat, particularly on the porch of the Raymond cottage, where were
Grandma Elsie, Edward Travilla, Donald Keith, the Captain, with Violet
and his older children, and some of the other young persons.
The sound of approaching wheels attracted their attention. A carriage
drew up in front of the house, and from it alighted a gentleman in the
uniform of a captain in the navy.
"Wade!" exclaimed Captain Raymond, hurrying out to meet him. "My dear
friend, this is very kind in you. I had hardly hoped to see you until
to-morrow, and not then without hunting you up. You are as welcome as
this delicious sea-breeze."
"Thanks, Raymond, that's quite a compliment," laughed the other,
shaking hands heartily; "but I deserve no thanks, as I came quite as
much for my own satisfaction as for yours. I understand you have been
here for some weeks, but I only heard of it accidentally this morning."
"But it was only this morning I arrived," Captain Raymond said in a
tone of amusement; then, as they had stepped into the midst of the
group upon the porch, he proceeded to introduce his friend to the
ladies and gentlemen composing it.
There followed an hour of lively, pleasant chat, during which Captain
Wade made acquaintance with not only the grown people, but the younger
ones also, seeming to take a great deal of interest in them,--Max
especially,--listening with attention and evident sympathy as Captain
Raymond told of his son's prospect of soon becoming a naval cadet.
"You have my best wishes, Max," said Captain Wade. "I hope to live to
see you a naval officer as brave, talented, and as much beloved as your
father was, and still is."
Max's eyes sparkled, and turned upon his father with a look of deepest
respect and affection as he replied, "I could ask nothing better than
that, sir, I am sure."
"And I could wish you nothing better than that you may prove a son
worthy of such a father," returned Captain Wade. "I have known him
since he was a boy of your age, and never knew him to be guilty of a
mean or dishonourable act."
"Thank you, sir," said Max, his cheeks flushing, and his eyes again
seeking his father's face with a look of reverence and filial love; "it
is very kind in you to tell me that, though it's no news to me that I'm
so fortunate as to be the son of a man any boy might be proud to own as
his father."
"Bravo, Max!" exclaimed Mr. Keith, with a pleased laugh. "I like to
hear a boy talk in that way of his father, and certainly you have a
good right to do so."
"No boy ever had a better right than Max has to speak well of his
father," remarked Violet, lightly, but with an earnest undertone in
her sweet voice, "and no one is more capable of judging of that than I,
who have lived with them both for years."
"And no one could speak too well of Papa," said Lulu, with impulsive
warmth, "for there couldn't be a better man than he is."
"I should be sorry to believe that, little daughter," he said, putting
an arm round her as she stood close at his side. Then he changed the
subject of conversation.
A few minutes later Captain Wade took leave, giving all a cordial
invitation to return his call by a visit to the "Wanita."
"We had talked of giving you a call to-morrow," said Captain Raymond,
"but that would be a very prompt return of your visit."
"None too prompt," returned Wade. "Our time here together, Raymond, is
likely to be all too short, and we would better make the most of it."
"So I think," returned the person addressed; "and I hope we shall have
the pleasure of seeing you here frequently."
"I think he's just as nice as he can be," remarked Rosie Travilla, as
the carriage drove away with Captain Wade, "and I hope he'll visit us
again soon."
"So do I," said Lulu, "I believe naval officers are the very nicest
gentlemen in the world."
"That's rather strong, isn't it?" laughed her father; "and as you have
made the acquaintance of only two or three in the course of your life,
I fear you are hardly a competent judge."
"And what of army officers, my little lady?" asked Donald Keith, with a
good-humoured laugh. "Have you nothing to say for them?"
"Oh, yes, sir!" she said. "I forgot them at the moment, and I do really
think they are _almost_ equal to the naval ones."
"Almost!" he repeated. "Well, even that is saying a good deal for us if
your father is a fair sample of those belonging to the navy."
But it was growing late, and the little party soon separated for the
night.
Lulu was nearly ready for bed when her father came to her room to
bid her good-night in the old way she liked so much. He took her in
his arms with a fond caress, asking, "Does it seem pleasant to be at
home--or with the home folks--again?"
"Yes, indeed, Papa," she answered, putting an arm about his neck and
laying her cheek to his, "but you are always a great deal more than
half of home to me. Oh, I do love you so dearly!"
"And I you, my own darling," her father replied, caressing her again
and again.
"I'd rather have you to love me, Papa, than have all the money in the
world without you, or with a father that didn't care much about me,"
she continued.
"Dear child," he said in tender tones, "I value you, and each one of my
children, more than words can express. Now I must bid you good-night,
for you need all the sleep you can get between this and sunrise."
"Oh!" she exclaimed, "I do hope to-morrow will be clear, so we can go
to see the 'Wanita;' or at least that it won't rain. Perhaps it would
be all the pleasanter for a few clouds to keep the sun from being so
hot on us."
"No doubt," he replied; "but we must take the weather our heavenly
Father sends, and be content and thankful."
"Yes, sir, I'll try to do so; but I do hope it will be such that we can
go."
"I hope it will, daughter; but if you should have to give up the trip
for the time, I hope and expect to see you do so pleasantly,--which
you well may, considering that we are very likely to have other
opportunities."
"Well, if anything should happen to keep me at home, and I'm cross or
sulky about it, I just hope you'll punish me well for my naughtiness,"
she said so earnestly that he could scarcely refrain from smiling.
"I'm sure that in that case I should punish myself quite as much as
you," he said, giving her another hug. "My dear child, if you care at
all for Papa's happiness,--as I am sure you do,--try to be so good that
he will never have the pain of inflicting any kind of punishment upon
you."
Then he bade her good-night, and left her to her rest.
Lulu's head was scarcely on the pillow before she was fast asleep. When
she woke, it was already broad daylight. She sprang up and ran to the
window to take an observation of the weather.
"Cloudy, but not raining," she said, half-aloud. "Just as I'd like to
have it, if only it will keep so, and not turn to actual rain."
With that she began making a rapid toilet, thinking she would like to
take a little run on the beach before the summons to breakfast; but
when she reached the porch below, the rain was falling pretty fast.
"Oh, dear!" she sighed, "why couldn't it keep off for a few hours
longer?"
"What, daughter,--the rain?" asked her father's voice close at her
side, while his hand was laid caressingly upon her head.
"Oh, good-morning, Papa!" she returned, lifting to his a sorely
disappointed face. "I didn't know you were here. Yes, sir, it is the
rain I'm mourning over,--I do so want to visit that man-of-war to-day;
it's really a great disappointment!"
"I'm sorry you should feel it so!" he returned in a sympathizing tone;
"but we won't despair yet. I think this is but a passing shower, which
will make the trip all the more enjoyable by cooling the air nicely for
us. However, should it prove too inclement for our contemplated little
jaunt, we must try to remember that our kind and loving heavenly Father
orders all these things, and to be patient and content,--more than
content, thankful for whatever He sends!"
"I'll try to be content and thankful, Papa; I certainly ought, when I
have so many, _many_ blessings, and don't really deserve any of them,"
she answered, putting her hand into his, and letting him lead her back
and forth along the porch, which they had to themselves for the time.
"No; that is true of each one of us," he said. "Did you sleep well?"
"Just as well as possible, Papa," she answered, smiling up into his
face. "I didn't know anything from the time my head touched the pillow
till I woke to find it broad daylight."
"That is something to be very thankful for, daughter, as you will
discover should sickness and pain ever give you long hours of
wakefulness, such as fall to the lot of many a poor sufferer."
"I hope that time will never come to either of us, Papa," she said;
"but I'd rather it would come to me than to you. Oh, it was so hard to
see you suffer that time you were sick here, and that other time, when
Thunderer threw you!"
"Ah, I shall never forget how tenderly affectionate and helpful my
children were to me then," he said, with a look and smile that made her
heart bound.
Now others of the family began to join them. Mr. Keith came out upon
the porch too, and after exchanging a good-morning with those who had
preceded him, remarked that it seemed doubtful if they would be able to
take their proposed trip to visit Captain Wade and his man-of-war. But
by the time breakfast and family worship were over, the clouds began to
scatter; and in another hour the carriages were at the door ready to
convey them to the wharf, whence a boat would take them to the "Wanita."
Every one did not care to go that day; the party consisted of Grandma
Elsie, Edward, Zoe, Rosie Travilla, Evelyn Leland, Mr. Keith, and the
Raymonds, not including the very little ones, who were left at home in
the care of their nurse.
It was pronounced by all a most enjoyable little excursion. The weather
proved favourable, clouds obscuring the sun, but no rain falling; the
officers of the "Wanita" were very polite and attentive, taking them
about the vessel, and showing them everything likely to interest ladies
and children.
They, particularly Grandma Elsie and Violet, were charmed with the
perfect neatness everywhere noticeable; the decks, the store-rooms,
the magazine and shell rooms, the passages, the engine and fire rooms
(into which they took a peep),--indeed, all parts of the vessel shown
them,--were most beautifully neat and clean.
The battery, which contained some new guns, seemed to interest Captain
Raymond and Mr. Keith more than anything else, while the ladies and
little girls greatly admired their brilliant polish.
When they returned to the shore there was still time for a delightful
drive before dinner, which they took,--the best hour for bathing coming
in the afternoon.
Captain Wade and his officers took dinner and tea with them the next
day by invitation. A great interest in the navy had been aroused in the
breasts of the young people, and they watched the officers furtively,
and listened with attention to all they said that had any bearing upon
that subject.
Max was more and more in love with the prospect before him, and quite
resolved to make the very best of his opportunities should he be so
fortunate as to gain admission to the Naval Academy.
His father had told him he might have this week entirely for
recreation, but on the coming Monday must begin to review his studies
preparatory to the examination he would be called upon to pass through
at Annapolis.
"I'm very willing, Papa," he replied. "I've had a long and delightful
vacation already out West with you; and as I'm very anxious to pass
as good an examination as possible, I want to study hard to get ready
for it. And I think it's ever so kind in you to help me by hearing my
lessons."
"Well, my boy," the Captain said, with a pleased look, "make the most
of your holidays while they last, though I do not mean that it shall be
all work and no play even after this week; a couple of hours given to
study each day will probably be all-sufficient."
"And may I get up early and take them before breakfast when I choose,
sir?" Max asked in an eager tone, that told how delightful he would
esteem it to be ready to join in the pastimes of the rest of their
party,--driving, boating, fishing, bathing, and strolling along the
beach and through the woods.
"Yes, my son, if you can manage to get enough sleep in season for
that," the Captain replied in an indulgent tone.
"I think I can, sir," said the boy. "I'll take an afternoon _siesta_ if
I don't get enough sleep without."
"That will do," said his father. "Remember health and study must be
well attended to, and the more fun and frolic you can manage to get
besides, the better I shall be pleased."
Bent on carrying out his plan, Max went early to bed Sunday night,
and was up at his books working hard for a couple of hours before
breakfast. It still wanted fifteen or twenty minutes of that time when
he went down to the porch with his book in his hand.
His father was alone there, looking over the morning paper.
"Good-morning, Papa," Max said. "I am ready to recite whenever you want
to hear me."
"Ah! are you, indeed?" the Captain said, taking the book; "then I shall
hear this lesson at once."
Max recited very creditably. His father commended him kindly, then
said, "I am going in to the city directly after we have had breakfast
and family worship, and shall take you with me if you would like to go."
"Thank you, sir; indeed I would!" returned Max, his eyes shining, for
he esteemed it one of his greatest pleasures and privileges to be
permitted to go anywhere with his father.
"Yes, I think you will enjoy it," the Captain said, smiling to see how
pleased the boy was; "I have an errand which I shall tell to no one but
Cousin Donald and you. See here," pointing to an advertisement in the
paper he had been reading.
"A yacht for sale!" exclaimed Max; "Oh, Papa, are you going to buy it?"
"That is a question I am not prepared to answer till I have seen it, my
boy," replied his father. "I shall take you and Cousin Donald, if he
will go, to look at it and help me to decide whether to buy it or not."
Mr. Keith joined them at that moment, and was greeted with a pleasant
good-morning and shown the advertisement, the Captain telling him that
if the yacht proved such as he would like to own, he meant to buy it,
and if the plan was agreeable to his wife, to spend the rest of the
summer on board, taking his family and friends with him, making short
voyages along the coast and perhaps some distance out to sea.
"Taking the opportunity to give my son some lessons in navigation," he
added, with a smiling glance at Max.
"Papa! I couldn't ask anything better!" exclaimed Max, hardly able to
contain his delight.
"I'm glad to hear it, my boy," his father said. "But now remember that
our errand is a secret between us three until we return from the city."
"Then you'll tell Mamma Vi and the rest, sir?" asked Max.
"If I have made the purchase, yes."
The call to breakfast came at that moment and was promptly obeyed.
Max could hardly eat, so excited was he over the prospect of going to
the city with his father on so delightful an errand, but he said not a
word on the subject.
The coachman had been given his order in good season, and by the time
family prayers were over the carriage and horses were at the gate.
"My dear," Captain Raymond said to Violet, "a business matter calls me
to the city, but I hope to return in season to take my wife in bathing,
or out driving, or wherever she may wish to go."
"Thank you, sir," she said, smiling up into his eyes; "I'll try to be
ready for either by the time you return. But is not this a sudden move?
I had heard nothing of it before."
"Yes, my dear; but as I am in some haste, I must defer my explanation
until I get home again."
"Oh, I don't ask for an explanation," she returned laughingly, as he
gave her a hasty good-by kiss; "you have always been so good since my
first acquaintance with you, that I am quite sure you may be trusted."
"Ah! I'm much obliged for your good opinion," he answered, with a
twinkle of fun in his eye, as he hastily kissed the children, then
hurried with Donald and Max to the carriage.