"How soon do you think we will reach Key West?"
"We are nearing it now," replied Harold, "and will anchor in the harbor to-night, I think."
"Oh, I am glad to hear that!" exclaimed Grace. "And how soon do you think father and his party will join us?"
"Doubtless in a few days we shall see them. They will come down by rail to Cedar Keys, from there by steamer to Key West."
"And they will want to stay a few days to see the sponge auctions, sponge yard and so forth; and after that we will have the rest of our pleasant journey in the yacht to Viamede, mother's beautiful and delightful Southern home."
"To me it is both beautiful and delightful," returned Harold, smiling fondly upon her, "and I am very glad that it is to my little wife also."
"Oh, she's not so very little!" exclaimed Grace with an amused and happy laugh, drawing herself up to her full height as she spoke.
"Yet rather small compared to your tall, broad-shouldered husband," returned Harold, accompanying his words with a very loverlike caress.
"Now, Rory, leave off, sir;
You'll hug me no more;
That is eight times to-day
That you've kissed me before,"