"We might take you to Noirmont Point," suggested Roger as they stopped at the end of the terrace to look at the view which was never twice the same. "What are those big vessels over beyond Castle Elizabeth?"
"They are English warships," replied Mrs. Aldrich. "Coming into the harbor we passed close to them. The captain said it was a part of the Channel squadron, whatever that is."
"Oh, did you see their names?" demanded Roger eagerly, as he counted the great gray ships in the offing. "Fourteen, no, fifteen."
"Only a few. One was the Princess Royal and I saw the Thunderer, the Revenge, the Black Prince and the Camperdown."
Roger's eyes opened at this list of awe-inspiring names. "I wish we could get over to Elizabeth," he remarked. "We could see them better then."
"Tide's not right," said Win, casting a critical glance at the sea.
"What, to walk over to that island?" asked Mrs. Aldrich. "Is it ever possible?"
"We've been over," said Roger. "When the tide is 'way out, there is a raised causeway, quite smooth and easy."
"What is the place anyway?" asked Mrs. Aldrich, looking curiously across to the castle.
"Once it was an old abbey," Win explained, "dedicated to St. Elericus, the patron saint of Jersey. I suppose the town was named for him."