“Well, if it isn’t a storm I’ll come out on deck and look,” Laddie said.  “But if it rains I’m coming in!”

“It won’t,” said Daddy Bunker with a laugh.  “We’ll go out for a few minutes, and then we’ll come in and go to bed.  To-morrow we’ll be at Cousin Tom’s.”

Out on the deck of the big Fall River boat they went, and, surely enough, the light did come from the search-lantern of a big ship not far away.  It was a United States warship, the boys’ father told them, and it was probably kept near Newport, where there is a station at which young sailors are trained.  The warship flashed the light all about the water, lighting up other boats.

“I thought it was lightning,” said Laddie.

“It is a kind of lightning,” said Daddy Bunker.  “For the light is made by electricity, and lightning and electricity are the same thing, though no one has yet been able to use lightning to read by.”

Mrs. Bunker, who had left Rose in charge of Margy and Mun Bun, came out on deck with Violet, and met her husband and the two boys.  She was told about Laddie’s thinking the light was from a storm, and laughed with him over it.

“I’m going to make up a riddle about the search-light to-morrow,” said the little fellow eagerly.

They stayed out on deck a while longer, while the boat steamed ahead, watching the various lights on shore and on other vessels, and occasionally seeing the glare of the search-beam from the warship.  Then, as it was getting late and the children were tired, Mother Bunker said they had better go to their beds.

This they did, and they slept soundly all night.

The morning was bright and fair, and the day promised to be a fine one for the rest of the trip to Cousin Tom’s.  As I have mentioned, they were to take a boat from New York City to Atlantic Highlands, and from there a train would take them down the New Jersey coast to Seaview, and to Mr. Thomas Bunker’s house on the beach.

“Are we going to have breakfast on the boat?” asked Russ, as he helped his father gather up the baggage, whistling meanwhile a merry tune.

“No, I think we will go to a restaurant on shore,” said Mr. Bunker.  “I want to telegraph to Cousin Tom, and let him know we are coming, and I think we shall all enjoy a meal on shore more than on the boat after it has tied up at the dock.”

So on shore they all went, and Daddy Bunker, after leaving the hand baggage at the dock where they were to take the Atlantic Highlands boat later in the day, took them to a restaurant.

“Shall we have good things to eat?” asked Violet, as she walked along by her mother’s side.

“Of course, my dear,” was the answer.  “That is what restaurants are for.”

“Will they have as good things as we had at Aunt Jo’s?”

“Well, yes, I think so.”

“Will they have strawberry shortcake?”

“You don’t want that for breakfast!” laughed Daddy Bunker, turning around, for he was walking ahead with Russ.