Lulu woke early the next morning and was dressed and on deck before any other of the _Dolphin's_ passengers.

Day had dawned and the eastern sky was bright with purple, orange, and gold, heralding the near approach of the sun which, just as she set her foot on the deck, suddenly showed his face above the restless waves, making a golden pathway across them.
"Oh, how beautiful!" was her involuntary exclamation.

Then catching sight of her father standing with his back toward her, and apparently absorbed in gazing upon the sunrise, she hastened to his side, caught his hand in hers, and carried it to her lips with a glad, "Good-morning, you dear papa." "Ah! good-morning, my darling," he returned, bending down to press a kiss on the bright, upturned face.
"Such a lovely morning, papa, isn't it ?" she said, standing with her hand fast clasped in his, but turning her eyes again upon sea and sky.
"But where are we now?
Almost at Fortress Monroe ?" "Look and tell me what you see," was his smiling rejoinder, as, with a hand on each of her shoulders, he turned her about so that she caught the view from the other side of the vessel.
"O papa, is that it ?" she exclaimed.

"Why, we're almost there, aren't we ?" "Yes; we will reach our anchorage within a few minutes." "Oh, are we going to stop to see the old fort, papa ?" she asked eagerly.
"I think we are," was his smiling rejoinder.

"But you don't expect to find in it a relic of the Revolution, do you ?" he asked laughingly, pinching her cheek, then bending down to kiss again the rosy face upturned to his.
"Why yes, papa; I have been thinking there must have been a fight there.
Wasn't that the case ?" "No, daughter; the fortress was not there at that time." "Was it in the war of 1812-14, then, papa ?" "No," he returned, smiling down on her.