"Yes, thank you, dear daddy--we are so near England now that I may call
you daddy."

"Then good-night, my girl;" and he kissed her again in the doorway.




CHAPTER VII.


But next morning there was no time to talk of either love or religion
for Chester and Lucy.

The coast of Ireland had been sighted earlier than had been expected,
and there was the usual straining of eyes landward. Chester was among
the first to see the dark points on the horizon which the seamen said
was the Irish coast, and which as the vessel approached, expanded to
green hills, dotted with whitened houses. This then was Europe, old,
historic Europe, land of our forefathers, land of the stories and the
songs that have come down to us from the distant past.

"Good morning. What do you think of Ireland?" Lucy touched his arm.

"Oh, good morning. You are up early."

"I am feeling so fine this morning that I had to get up and join in the
cry of 'Land ho.' No matter how pleasant an ocean voyage has been, we
are always pleased to see the land. Besides, we get off at Queenstown."