e they like?" asked one of the girls eagerly, as if she expected her father to describe a group of strange beings.
"Like any travellers, my child, who had had a long voyage, from the effects of which they were anxious to rest."
"Oh, I wish you had seen Napoleon!"
"I am likely to see him soon, and you may, also, as he is to land to-night."
At this news the children were silent. To have Napoleon on the island was not a pleasant prospect. They were not so sure now that they cared to see him.
"But where will he live, papa, when he comes ashore?" ventured Jane at last. "Will they put him in a dungeon?"
"Certainly not, my child. He is to live at Longwood, but as the house needs to be put in repair, he will stay for a while with Mr. Porteous."
"When will he come ashore?" asked Betsy timidly. Now that her father had spoken so reassuringly of Napoleon, she was curious to see him, at least from a safe distance.
"He will land to-night,--after dark, I imagine, to es