dreadfully frightened. We turned the corners so sharply, and swung backwards and forwards so violently, that we were knocked off our seats, and thought every moment that the old rickety omnibus must come to pieces. Cousin Herbert clutched hold of the conductor's blouse, and shouted to him to make the coachman stop; but there was such a dreadful noise that he couldn't make him hear a single word. We went on faster and faster, for the train was actually at the station, and just about to start. At last we stopped, with a fearful jerk, and were almost lifted out by two guards and three porters, who were standing, open-mouthed, waiting for us. Somehow or other the tickets were taken, and somehow or other we got into a railway carriage; but Agnes and I were so jarred and frightened, that we could neither stand or speak at first. However, we soon recovered; and I must now tell you about poor Agnes's feather. Milly asked if she might look at it, as we were going along, and, when the paper was opened, to our astonishment we saw a dirty, grey-looking thing, instead of the snow-white breast which had been bought.

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Why, how extraordinary!" said Agnes, staring at it; and Cousin Herbert burst out laughing, saying—

“Oh, you have been nicely gulled, indeed! Why, it was only made to look white by being stuck all over with powder, which the knocking about in the omnibus has shaken off, of course."

'And so it had; the paper was full of powder! Agnes was so disgusted that she tossed the whole thing, feather and all, out of the window-the best place for it.

'There was very little to be seen in Truro. The church was nice, but was shown by a horrid woman, who began

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to call out loudly for her "privilege" before Cousin Herbert had time to get anything out of his purse even. Altogether, we were not sorry to leave Falmouth, which we did two days ago, arriving at Penzance about five o'clock that same afternoon. We had great fun fishing from the side of the yacht after dinner. Some of the fish we caught were all over beautiful colours, just like the enchanted fish in the story in the Arabian Nights.

We enjoyed the next day very much. Cousin Herbert said he thought a land excursion would be a nice change for us; and so ordered a carriage, and, having rowed ashore, we got into it, and went off to the Land's End, taking our luncheon with us. We passed through some lovely lanes, with the trees meeting overhead, making beautiful green bowers for a long way down. It was very pretty to see the light flickering through the branches on to the road beneath. Then we came to a sort of wild moorland, with rough stone walls on one side, and on the other banks covered with ferns, foxgloves, honeysuckles, beautiful purple heather, and bright blue scabious. Then we arrived at a very dirty, poverty-stricken village, and here we got out to see the Logan Stone. An old man, exactly like the picture in True's book of "the man all tattered and torn, who kissed the maiden all forlorn," acted as our guide, and talked, or rather jabbered the whole way without stopping. First, he told us he could see we had come "from off the say," because we looked so "healthy like." I daresay we do, being copper-coloured by the sun. Then he said he had seen our yacht come in the day before, and that it was the "beautifullest creetur' he had ever set eyes on." Cousin Herbert said he was a regular old humbug, for, unless he could see through two

or three headlands, he couldn't possibly have seen the yacht come in.

'After passing through several fields, we climbed over a low stone wall, and suddenly came out on such a lovely view! I did so long for mamma, and all of you. We stood on a perfect carpet of bright heather and thyme, and all round us was the sea, with the Lizard Point stretching out in the far distance,-here and there white sails, making the view look so pretty. On one side, we looked down on such a beautiful little bay, with brilliant white sands, and the sea coming in like one great piece of emerald ! All round it were rough granite rocks, all shapes and sizes, some very grand and bold, jutting out into the sea. In front of us were some huge crags, piled up on the top of one another, among which we had to scramble up and down before we could find the Logan Stone. I was rather disappointed with it, as it doesn't stand by itself, as I had expected, but on the top of other and larger stones. The guide made it move slightly; but little Harry, who was with us, was very much disappointed not to see it rock up and down, as he had imagined it would have done, and he began to wish he had "stuck to the ship," instead of coming on a stupid "shore excursion." He is such an absurd little fellow, just like Ethel described him to be!

'When we went back to the inn, an old woman there took us into the small sanded parlour, to show us an oldfashioned coloured print of the Logan Stone being put back into its place, after having been blown over by a hurricane, a great many years ago. Since then, the captain of a revenue cutter was foolish enough to make a bet that he would overturn it, with the help of his boat's crew.