e and Dudley, of Penshurst Place
h'in Kent,--'im as is descended direct from the Lady Mary, sister of
Robert Dudley, 'o married Sir 'Enry Sidney. H'its 'e 'o appoints the
master h'over us this very day. But as I was saying,--it was 'ere
that 'is Majesty King James was right royally h'entertained."

"Yes," broke in John, interrupting the rapid flow of expressionless
words. "We'll remember that all right." Then in an aside to Philip, he
whispered: "That's the ninth time he has said 'right royally
entertained.' I'm going to keep count."

Having examined an embroidered curtain, the work of Amy Robsart at
Cumnor Hall, the King of Dahomey's State Execution Sword, which seemed
a bit out of place amid the surroundings, and an old battle-ax,
supposed to have been used for one side or the other on the Field of
Hastings, in 1066, they bade farewell to their guide (who had suddenly
ceased his mechanical orations like a clock which has run down), and
drove away toward Kenilworth.

Guy's Cliff next called for attention. It is first seen at the end of
a long, stately avenue lined by great trees. At the back of the castle
flows a stream, at this point widened out into a miniature lake, on
the bank of which stands a very ancient, moss-covered Saxon mill. The
castle across the water and the old mill make such very attractive
pictures that their vicinity is always frequented by numbers of
artists, sitting under their big umbrellas.

As the party stood under the trees by the mill, Mrs. Pitt gathered the
young people about her.

"Now, I want to tell you the story of Guy of Warwick, for whom this
Guy's Cliff was called. He lived long, long ago (if he really did live
at all), when England had great tracts of unsettled country, where men
were afraid to go for fear of horrible monsters. This brave young Guy
was a strong warrior, and he became famous because he slew the Dun
cow, and other terrible animals which were tormenting the country
folk. Guy later went off to the Crusades. These were pilgrimages which
devout men made to Jerusalem, in the endeavor to win back that city
from the Turks. Guy was gone some time from England--years
probably--and when he came back, he lived the life of a hermit, in a
cave near here. The story goes that his wife used to carry food to him
each day, and that she never recognized him until he was dying and
revealed to her his identity."

Here Mrs. Pitt was forced to pause for breath, and John broke in
excite