When breakfast was over there was the long day before them to be filled up in some way.
"Don't you ever wish to go out of the cave, Frank?" asked Ernest.
"Where?" asked the little boy.
"Into the bright sunshine, out on the green grass, and under the trees."
"Yes; I think I should like it," answered Frank, thoughtfully. "But papa does not want me to go. I don't know why. Do many little boys live in caves like me?"
"No; I don't think so."
"Can they walk about in the sunshine, and play?"
"I always did."
"Do you like it better than living here?"
"Yes."