"Yes," she replied, with a smile, and stroking his hair caressingly.
"But you had a papa? grandpa is your papa, isn't he? I hear you call him that sometimes."
"Yes, he is; my dear father and your mamma's grandfather, which makes him yours too."
"Mine, too," said little Elsie, in a tone of satisfaction.
"Oh, see! here comes the boat with Evelyn and Uncle Walter in it!"
"You are early to-night as well as ourselves," remarked Grace, as they stepped upon the deck and drew near the little group already gathered there.
"Yes," returned Evelyn, "I was tired, and Walter kindly brought me home. The yacht seems like a home to me nowadays," she added, with a light laugh.
"Yes," said Grace; "I am sure papa likes to have us all feel that it is a home to us at present."
"And a very good and comfortable one it is," remarked Walter, handing Evelyn to a seat, then taking one himself opposite her and near his mother's side.
"Where have you two been? and what have you seen that is worth telling about?" asked Grace.