“So’s you could see the light. It’s a dandy, and they’s steps. Come on up,” he coaxed, leaning over the little railing expectantly.
“Can you beat that?” chuckled the captain. “Wants to show you the light. Well, you better climb up. It’s the quickest way. No good news ain’t goin’ to get him down ’till he’s ready to come. Take them steps. They’re all right, only don’t get dizzy,” he warned them. They were already on their way.
It was fun to walk up the queer steps, and Babs led the way.
“I feel like a roof painter,” joked Cara. “Where’s our paint brushes and tin cans?”
But Babs was going straight up. She didn’t pause to look out over the water as Cara was doing.
“Why don’t you look?” Cara begged her. “Did you ever see such a wonderful view?”
“Haven’t time for views,” called Babs, for the noise of the ocean made calling necessary.
Finally, they both reached the top, and on the little platform they found Nicky. His eyes were dancing in his head, and he was so anxious to tell them everything about the light at once, that Babs despaired of getting his attention at all.
“We can see all this any time,” she insisted. “Don’t you see, Nicky, I have a letter from Washington,” she began almost hopelessly.
“Yeah?” spoke the boy.