"They keep, papa."
Papa laughed at me, and I read to him as much as I liked; and he was almost as much engaged as I was.
"We'll go out and look at this famous harbour for lumber," he said. "It is not good for much else, Daisy; I thought yesterday we should certainly make shipwreck on that reef. Is it possible there is no better along the coast."
"It is not what we would call a harbour at all, papa. Nothing but little boats can get through that narrow opening in the reef; and I suppose, Solomon's cedar timber got through."
"The ships of old time were not much more than our boats, many of them," said my father. "How delightfully you realise everything, Daisy!"
"Well, papa, - don't you?"
"Not the past, child. I realise you by my side."
"Papa, if you think about it a little, you will realise Joppa too."
"I have not your imagination, Daisy. About Solomon's temple, - there is nothing of it left now, I suppose?"
"Oh, no, papa!"