heir places by a great tidal wave that the vines and flowers which
overhung them affected the new-comer with a sense of surprise.

Down went the three, slipping and sliding, catching on and recovering
themselves, till they came to a small, low-browed building dating back
for a couple of centuries or so, which was the "New Inn." "Old" and
"new" have a local meaning of their own in Clovelly which does not
exactly apply anywhere else.

Up two little steps they passed into a narrow entry, with a parlor on
one side and on the other a comfortable sort of housekeeper's room,
where a fire was blazing in a grate with wide hobs. Both rooms as well
as the entry were hung with plates, dishes, platters, and bowls, set
thickly on the walls in groups of tens and scores and double-scores, as
suited their shape and color. The same ceramic decoration ran upstairs
and pervaded the rooms above more or less; a more modern brick-building
on the opposite side of the street which was the "annex" of the Inn, was
equally full; hundreds and hundreds of plates and saucers and cups,
English and Delft ware chiefly, and blue and white in color. It had been
the landlady's hobby for years past to form this collection of china,
and it was now for sale to any one who might care to buy.

Isabel and Lionel ran to and fro examining "the great wall of China," as
he termed it, while Imogen did her mother's errand to the landlady. Then
they started again to mount the hill, which was an easier task than
going down, passing on the way two or three parties of tourists holding
on to each other, and shrieking and exclaiming; and being passed by a
minute donkey with two sole-leather trunks slung on one side of him, and
on the other a mountainous heap of hand-bags and valises. This is the
only creature with four legs, bigger than a dog, that ever gets down the
Clovelly street; and why he does not lose his balance, topple backward,
and go rolling continuously down till he falls into the sea below,
nobody can imagine. But the valiant little animal kept steadily on,
assisted by his owner, who followed and assiduously whacked him with a
stout stick, and he reached the top much sooner than any of his biped
following. One cannot have too many legs in Clovelly,--a centipede would
find himself at an uncommon advantage.

At the top of the street is the "Yellery Gate" through which our party
passed into lovely park grounds topping a line of fine cliffs which lead
to "Gallan