They closed their day as usual, with a service of prayer and praise and the reading of the Scriptures, then all except the captain retired to their staterooms.
But it was not long before Lucilla, as usual, stole back to the deck for a good-night bit of chat with her father. She found him walking the deck and gazing earnestly at the sky.
"Is there a storm coming, father?" she asked.
"I think there is," he answered, "and probably a heavy one. I think it should make a change in our plans, for it may last several days. In that case we will be safer over there in Put-in Bay, lying at anchor, than we would be out in the lake."
"Then you will go over there, won't you, father?" she asked.
"I think I shall," he said. "It really matters but little whether we get home as speedily as the voyage can be made, or not until a week or two later."
"I am glad of that," she returned; "and as we have an abundance of books and games,—plenty of everything to make the time pass quickly and pleasantly,—I think we need not mind the detention."
"I agree with you in that," he said, "and I am very glad that our dear absentees got here safely before the coming of the storm."
"Then you don't apprehend any danger?" she said inquiringly.
"No; not if we are at anchor in the bay yonder. Well, you came to say good-night to your father in the usual way, I suppose?"