"Nothing at all, except that we're in a fog and the horn's
got a chill. Now turn in, quick, before you get one, too, and go to
sleep, dearies; your father's watching."
"Hope," said her sister, after they had lain still a while. "I think
that's a beautiful thought! 'Your father's watching.' It means two
fathers for us, dear, and One of them cannot make a mistake, even in a
fog. Good night and pleasant dreams. I'm going to sleep."
They kissed and curled down contentedly, sleeping like babies all
night. Father was watching!
CHAPTER VI.
PORTUGUESE TOWNS AND HEROES.
The fog had delayed them some hours, but when the girls awoke, late the
next morning, there was not a vestige of it left, save an extra
brilliance in the clear air, while the engines were pounding away in a
brave effort to bring them into Lisbon by the schedule. As noon
approached, and the pale tan of the coast line grew upon them, all was
animation on board, for any landing when voyaging by sea, is an event,
and especially so when the stay is to be of several hours duration.
Our twins dragged out their flat steamer trunks from under their beds,
and pulled out their prettiest street costumes, glad to discard the
useful ulster for a light jacket and hat. They were told the weather
would be mild on shore, though it was November, and they were delighted
to feel themselves really "dressed up" again, as Hope remarked.
"Do you know," put in her sister ruminantly, "there's ever so much
difference between being dressed up and well dressed.
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