Donovan sat up and yawned.
“Is she going off again right now?” he asked.
“Oh no,” said the Queen, “she has gone in quite close to the shore. She has put out four anchors. She looks as if she meant to stay for weeks.”
“Then there’s no darned hurry,” said Donovan, “and no need for me to strain my heart by getting out of bed at this hour. Just you run away, Daisy, and take that girl of yours with you.”
“But, father, don’t you want to see the yacht? Don’t you want to know who’s in her?”
“We’ll send Smith after breakfast,” said Donovan, “and ask the proprietor to dine.”
Mr. Donovan lay down again and put his head on the pillow.
“But I can’t possibly wait till dinner-time,” said the Queen.
“Well, luncheon,” said Donovan.