His Little Royal Highness by Ruth Ogden — Read

T nine o'clock Thursday evening Mr. and Mrs. Fairfax had bade farewell to their friends at Moorlow. At nine o'clock Friday morning the train whirled by on its way to Sandy Hook, and then they waved good-bye from the car windows, as they had promised, to Regie and Harry and Nan, who, seated on a pile of railroad ties, had been watching and waiting for the train a long half hour. At nine o'clock Saturday morning Mr. and Mrs. Fairfax went on board the _Alaska_, which some one has called "the greyhound of the sea," and a half hour later the good ship steamed out into the Bay.

"Well, I suppose you've seen the last of 'em," said Captain Murray, joining the little party just as the train had disappeared, and looking closely at Regie to see how he was taking it.