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June 2.

We intended to go to Stonehenge this morning, but it rained, so we took a
"growler" and went to the Earl of Pembroke's country place to see the
pictures. Had a delightful morning with the magnificent antiques,
curios, and portraits. The Van Dyck room is a joy forever. There were
other visitors; nobody who looked especially interesting. Don't like
Salisbury so well as Winchester. Don't know why. We shall drive this
afternoon, if it is fair, and go to Wells to-morrow. Must read Baedeker
on the bishop's palace. Oh dear! if one could only have a good time and
not try to know anything!

Memoranda: _This cathedral has the highest spire_. _Remember_:
_Winchester_, _longest nave_; _Salisbury_, _highest spire_.

_The Lancet style is those curved lines meeting in a rounding or a sharp
point like this_

[Drawing like two very circular n's next to each other]

_and then joined together like this_:

[Drawing like \/\/\/]

_the way they used to scallop flannel petticoats_. _Gothic looks like
triangles meeting together in various spots and joined with beautiful
sort of ornamented knobs_. _I think I know Gothic when I see it_. _Then
there is Norman_, _Early English_, _fully developed Early English_,
_Early and Late Perpendicular_, _and Transition_. _Aunt Celia knows them
all apart_.

HE

SALISBURY, _June_ 3
The Red Lion.

I went off on a long tramp this afternoon, and coming on a pretty river
flowing through green meadows, with a fringe of trees on either side, I
sat down to make a sketch. I heard feminine voices in the vicinity, but,
as these are generally a part of the landscape in the tourist season, I
paid no special notice. Suddenly a dainty patent-leather shoe floated
towards me on the surface of the stream. It evidently had just dropped
in, for it was right side up with care, and was disporting itself right
merrily. "Did ever Jove's tree drop such fruit?" I quoted, as I fished
it out on my stick; and just then I heard a distressed voice saying, "Oh,
aunt Celia, I've lost my smart little London shoe. I was sitting in a
tree, taking a pebble out of the heel, when I saw a caterpillar, and I
dropped it into the river, the shoe, you know, not the caterpillar."
Hereupon she came in sight, and I