"Good-morning, daughter," he said; "you may come out here, for it is not raining just now, and the wind has fallen."
"Is the storm over, father, do you think?" she asked, hastening to his side.
"The worst of it certainly is, and I think it will probably clear before night."
"So that we can start on our homeward journey?"
"Yes," he answered; "but it will not be well to leave this safe harbor until we are quite certain of at least tolerably good weather."
"No, none of us would want to run any risk of shipwreck," she said; "and there isn't really anything to hurry us greatly about getting back to our homes."
"Nothing except the desire to see them and our dear ones there," he said; "and to delay that will be wiser than running any risk to bring it about sooner."
As he spoke he drew her hand within his arm, and they paced the deck to and fro for some time; then it began to rain again, and he bade her go below.
"Still raining, I believe," remarked Mr. Lilburn as they sat at the breakfast table.
"Yes," replied the captain; "but I think it will probably clear by noon."