“Father,” she cried, “isn’t it all lovely? Isn’t it just a dream? Look at the two cottages. Look at the cliffs and the blue water. Did you ever see such blue——? and now——”
The ship swung slowly round the south end of the reef. The house on the promontory came full in view.
“And now look at the castle. It’s too fairy for anything, isn’t it?”
“Reminds me quite a bit,” said Donovan, “of the hotel at the south end of the Marine Parade at Atlantic City. Kind of fanciful.”
“It’s a dream come true,” said Miss Daisy.
Mr. Donovan turned round. Behind him, in a respectful attitude, stood the major domo. A little further back, grouped together, were his ten fellow-servants, all in respectful attitudes.
“Beg pardon, sir,” said the major domo.
The man, though engaged by Miss Daisy, had from the first refused to recognize her as his mistress. The negotiations in Southampton about the cabin had been carried on with Mr. Donovan. It was to Mr. Donovan that he spoke now.
“Beg pardon, sir,” he said, “but does the family propose to reside here for any length of time?”