"And I'm just as pleased to be his daughter," said Elsie.
"And I to be his grandfather-in-law," added Mr. Dinsmore, with comically grave look and tone.
"Yes, sir; Grandpa Travilla would have been his--papa's--father-in-law if he had lived, wouldn't he?"
"Yes; and almost as old as I am. He was my dear, good friend, and I gave him my daughter to be his wife."
"That was you, grandma, wasn't it?" asked Ned, turning to Mrs. Travilla.
"Yes, dear," she said, with a smile and a sigh, "and if he had stayed with us until now you would have loved him as you do Grandpa Dinsmore."
"Yes, indeed, grandma," came softly and sweetly from the lips of both children.
There was a moment of subdued silence, then Grandpa Dinsmore went on.
"There are many pretty creatures to be seen in the waters about Bermuda. There is a kind of fish called angels, that look very bright and pretty. They have a beautiful blue stripe along the back, and long streamers of golden yellow, and they swim very gracefully about. But they are not so good as they are pretty. They pester the other fishes by nibbling at them, and so, often, get into a quarrel, fighting with a long, sharp spine which they have on each gill-cover, making ugly wounds with it on those they are fighting.
"Among the outer reefs we will, perhaps, see a speckled moray. He looks like a common eel, except that his body is dark-green flecked with bright yellow spots, which makes him quite a handsome fellow. There is a fish the Bermuda fishermen call the 'Spanish hogfish,' and when asked why they give it that name they say, 'Why, sir, you see it lazes around just like a hog, and carries the Spanish colors.'"
"Spanish colors? What are they, grandpa?" queried Ned.
"The fish," said Mr. Dinsmore, "is brownish red from his head to the middle of his body, and from there to the end of his tail a bright yellow; and those are the colors of the Spanish flag."
"I'm glad we are going to Bermuda," remarked Elsie, with a happy little sigh, "for I'm sure there must be a great deal there worth seeing."
"And your father is just the kind of man to help you to a sight of all such things," responded Mr. Dinsmore.
"Yes, sir," said Elsie, "papa never seems to think it too much trouble to do anything to give us pleasure."