But before leaving their sea-side home all spent a day there together. Naturally one of the principal topics of conversation was the approaching journey to their southern homes.
“I wish I could take you all with me in the yacht,” said Captain Raymond, addressing the company in general, “but unfortunately there is not accommodation for so many. Mother, we must have you and Grandpa and Grandma Dinsmore, as it is a more restful way to travel than by the cars. The doctor and his bride are already engaged to us, and we must, I think, take Evelyn, Rosie, and Walter; we should hardly know what to do without them any longer,” he added with his pleasant smile. “We have eight family and passenger state-rooms, and beds can be made up at nights in the saloon,” he continued, “and in that way we can make room for several more.”
He paused for a reply, but no one spoke, each seemingly waiting for the others.
At length Violet said: “I think you and your babies should be with us, Zoe; then of course Edward would need to be there to take care of you all; for he would not be willing to trust that business to any one else. And Harold and Herbert ought to be with their mother, having, poor little lads! been so much away from her for the last few years,” she added in a sportive tone.
Every one approved, and so it was settled. The journey was a safe and prosperous one with all; they arrived at their homes, Ion, Woodburn, and Roselands, without accident or loss, and presently had settled down for the duties and pleasures of the fall and coming winter.
THE END.
Transcriber’s Notes:
Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
Page 78, “beign” changed to “begin” (show was to begin)