ass to the giant grass and flowers on the
sea-wall, they also drew back into themselves, got smaller and smaller,
and presently were as they had been before ever Edward picked up the
magic spy-glass.

'Now we know all about it--I _don't_ think,' said Gustus. 'To-morrow
we'll have a look at that there model engine of yours that you say
works.'

[Illustration: It became a quite efficient motor.]

They did. They had a look at it through the spy-glass, and it became a
quite efficient motor; of rather an odd pattern it is true, and very
bumpy, but capable of quite a decent speed. They went up to the hills in
it, and so odd was its design that no one who saw it ever forgot it.
People talk about that rummy motor at Bonnington and Aldington to this
day. They stopped often, to use the spy-glass on various objects. Trees,
for instance, could be made to grow surprisingly, and there were patches
of giant wheat found that year near Ashford that were never
satisfactorily accounted for. Blackberries, too, could be enlarged to a
most wonderful and delicious fruit. And the sudden growth of a fugitive
toffee-drop found in Edward's pocket and placed on the hand was a happy
surprise. When you scraped the pocket dirt off the outside you had a
pound of delicious toffee. Not so happy was the incident of the earwig,
which crawled into view when Edward was enlarging a wild strawberry, and
had grown the size of a rat before the slow but horrified Edward gained
courage to shake it off.

It was a beautiful drive. As they came home they met a woman driving a
weak-looking little cow. It went by on one side of the engine and the
woman went by on the other. When they were restored to each other the
cow was nearly the size of a cart-horse, and the woman did not recognise
it. She ran back along the road after her cow, which must, she said,
have taken fright at the beastly motor. She scolded violently as she
went. So the boys had to make the cow small again, when she wasn't
looking.

'This is all very well,' said Gustus, 'but we've got our fortune to
make, I don't think. We've got to get hold of a tanner--or a bob would
be better.'

But this was not possible, because that broken window wasn't paid for,
and Gustus never had any money.

'We ought to be the benefactors of the human race,' said Edward; 'make
all the good things more and all the bad things less.'

And _that_ was all very well--but the cow hadn't been a great success,
as Gustus remi