"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.
"There are Grandma Elsie and mamma in the house," cried Grace, catching sight of them through a window.
"Yes," said her father, "we will go in there and wait our turn with them," leading the way as he spoke.

"Do you want to go up into the tower, Gracie ?" "Oh no, no, papa!" she cried, "what would be the use?
and I am afraid I might fall." "What, with your big strong father to hold you fast ?" he asked laughingly, sitting down and drawing her to a seat upon his knee; for they had entered the parlor.
"It might tire you to hold me so hard; I'm getting so big now," she answered naively, looking up into his face with a loving smile and stealing an arm about his neck.
"Ah, no danger of that," he laughed.

"Why, I believe I could hold even your mamma or Lulu, and that against their will, without being greatly exhausted by the exertion.
"My dear," turning to Violet, "shall I have the pleasure of helping you up to the top of the tower ?" "Thank you, I think I shall not try it to-day," she answered; "they tell me the steps are very steep and hard to climb." "Ah, so I suppose, and I think you are wise not to attempt it." "But I may, mayn't I, papa ?" Lulu said.