What is it, darling?" he asked.

"O papa, will they come here some time and kill us?" she asked,
tremulously.

"Do not be frightened, my dear little one," he said, holding her close;
"you are in no danger from them."

"I don't believe all Roman Catholics would have Protestants persecuted
if they could," remarked Betty. "Do you, uncle?"

"No; I think there are some truly Christian people among them," he
answered; "some who have not yet heard and heeded the call, 'Come out of
her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye
receive not of her plagues.' We were talking, not of Papists, but of
Popery. Sincere hatred of the system is not incompatible with sincere
love to its deluded followers."

CHAPTER XI.

"My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O Lord; in the morning will I
direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up."--_Psalm_ 5:3.

It was early morning; Captain Raymond was pacing to and fro along the
top of the cliffs, now sending a glance seaward, and now toward the door
of the cottage which was his temporary home, as if expecting a companion
in his ramble.

Presently the door opened and Lulu stepped out upon the porch. One eager
look showed her father, and she bounded with joyful step to meet him.

"Good-morning, my dear papa," she cried, holding up her face for a kiss,
which he gave with hearty affection.

"Good-morning, my dear little early bird," he responded. "Come, I will
help you down the steps and we will pace the sands at the water's edge."

This was Lulu's time for having her father to herself, as she phrased
it. He was sure to be out at this early hour, if the weather would
permit, and she almost equally sure to join him: and as the others
liked to lie a little longer in bed, there was seldom any one to share
his society with her.

He led her down the long flights of stairs and across the level expanse
of sand, close to where the booming waves dashed up their spray.

For some moments the two stood hand in hand silently gazing upon sea and
sky, bright with the morning sunlight; then they turned and paced the
beach for a time, and then the captain led his little girl to a seat in
the porch of a bathing-house, from which they could still look far out
over the sea.

"Papa," she said, nestling close to his side, "I am very fond of being
down here all alone with you."

"Are you, daughter?" he said, bending down to caress her hair and cheek.
"Well, I dearly love to hav