Very lovely was that first evening, and as they sat in a group
together upon deck the little girls remarked that they did not
think that the sea was anything like as terrible as they had
expected, and that they did not feel the least seasick. Their
father smiled: "Wait a little, my dears; there is an old proverb,
'Don't halloo until you are out of the wood.'"

The next day was still perfectly calm; and when, toward evening,
the children were told that they were now fairly getting into the
Bay of Biscay, they could scarcely believe the intelligence.

"Why, one would think, Maud," her father said, "that you were
disappointed at its being calm, and that you really wanted a
storm."

"Oh, papa, I do think it would be great fun; it would be so curious
not to be able to walk about, and to see everything rolling and
tumbling. Don't you think so, boys?"

"Yes, I think so, Maud; great fun," Charley said.

"Well, young people," the captain, who had been standing by
watching the sun, now fast nearing the horizon, and who had
overheard their remarks, said, "if it is any satisfaction to you, I
can tell you that you are very likely to have your wish gratified.
But I question if you will like it as much as you expect."

"Ah, you expect wind, Captain Trevor?" Mr. Hardy said. "I have been
thinking myself that the almost oppressive stillness of to-day, and
the look of the sunset, and these black clouds banking up in the