"My mother and sister," he answered, with proud satisfaction.
"Naturally fine, and very highly cultivated," she said. "You must be proud of them."
"I am," Edward admitted, with a happy laugh.
The sun was down and twilight had fairly begun. Grace, seated on her father's knee, was gazing out over the harbor.
"See, papa, how many little lights close down to the water!" she said.
"Yes; they are lamps on the small boats that are sailing or rowing about; they show them for safety from running into each other."
"And they look so pretty."
"Yes, so they do; and it is a sight one may have every evening from the wharf. Shall I take you down there some evening and let you sit and watch them as they come and go?"
"Oh, yes, do, papa; I think it would be so nice! And you would take Max and Lulu too, wouldn't you?"
"If they should happen to want to go; there are benches on the wharf where we can sit and have a good view. I think we will try it to-morrow evening if nothing happens to prevent."