All were well satisfied to do so, and presently they set off, some driving, others walking, for the distance is not great, and even feeble folk often find themselves able to take quite long tramps in the bracing sea air.

Max and Lulu preferred to walk when they learned that their father intended doing so; then Grace, though extremely fond of driving, begged leave to join their party, and the captain finally granted her request, thinking within himself that he could carry her if her strength gave out.

The little face grew radiant with delight.

“Oh, you are a nice, good papa!” she cried, giving him a hug and kiss, for he was seated with her upon his knee.

“I am glad you think so,” he said, laughingly, as he returned her caress.  “Well, as soon as I have helped your mamma into the carriage we will start.”

They set out presently, Grace holding fast to one of his hands while Lulu had the other, and tripping gayly along by his side till, passing out of the village, they struck into the narrow path leading to Sankaty; then the little maid moved along more soberly, looking far away over the rolling billows and watching the progress of some vessels in the offing.

They could hear the dash of the waves on the beach below, but could not see it for the over-hanging cliffs, the path running some yards distant from their brink.

“I want to see where the waves come up,” said Lulu; “there’s Max looking down over the edge; can’t we go and look too, papa?”

“Yes, with me along to take care of you,” he said, turning from the path and leading them seaward; “but don’t venture alone, the ground might crumble under your feet and you would have a terrible fall, going down many feet right into the sea.”

They had reached the brink.  Grace, clinging tightly to her father’s hand, took one timid peep, then drew back in terror.  “Oh, papa, how far down it is!” she exclaimed.  “Oh, let’s get away, for fear the ground will break and let us fall.”

“Pooh!  Gracie, don’t be such a coward,” said Lulu.  “I shouldn’t be afraid even if papa hadn’t hold of our hands.”

“I should be afraid for you, Lulu, so venturesome as you are,” said the captain, drawing her a little farther back.  “Max, my son, be careful.”

“Yes, sir, I will.  Papa, do you know how high this bluff is?”

“They say the bank is eighty-five feet high where the lighthouse stands, and I presume it is about the same here.  Now, children, we will walk on.”

Grace’s strength held out wonderfully; she insisted she was not at all tired, even when the end of their walk was reached.

The other division of the party had arrived some minutes before, and several were already making the ascent to the top of the lighthouse tower; the rest were scattered, waiting their turn in the neat parlor of the keeper’s snug little home, or wandering over the grassy expanse between it and the sea.