"On what?" they cried in unison, shrill with unacknowledged excitement.
"Ladies seldom, if ever, pass a night on a rock lighthouse. You will have that rare privilege."
Enid clapped her hands.
"I am delighted," she exclaimed.
"Will there be a storm, father?" asked Constance.
"I think so. At any rate, only a miracle will enable the tug to reach us before tomorrow, and miracles are not frequent occurrences at sea."
"I know of one," was Enid's comment, with great seriousness for her. He read her thought.
"I was younger then," he smiled. "Now I am fifty, and the world has aged."