"It is on an island, is it not?" asked Evelyn.
"Yes; Amelia Island, at the mouth of St. Mary's River."
"There are a very great many islands on Florida's coast, I think," said Elsie. "I was looking at the map to-day and it seemed to me there were thousands."
"So there are," said her father; "islands of various sizes, from a mere dot in some cases to from thirty to fifty miles of length in others."
"Then we won't stop at all of them, I suppose," remarked Ned sagely; "only at the big ones, won't we, papa?"
"Yes; and not at every one of them either," answered his father, with a look of amusement. "Ten thousand or more stoppages would use up rather too much of our time."
"Yes, indeed!" laughed Ned. "Most of them I'd rather just look at as we pass by."
"We will want to see St. Augustine and other places mentioned in the history we have been reading," said Grace.
"Certainly," replied her father, "we will not neglect them. The mouth of St. John's River is about the first we will come to. Do you remember, Elsie, what they called it, and what they did there?"
"Oh, yes, papa," she answered eagerly. "They named the river May, and set up a monument of stone on a little sand bank in the river and engraved the arms of France upon it."