ut what does 'soon' mean? Nory, you don't hear me,"
and the governess's dress was pulled.

This roused her from her reverie, and like one waking from a dream she
turned round. "What did you say, dear? Oh, yes, about your mother. Well,
I am expecting a letter every mail. I should think she might arrive
almost any time; they were to arrive in Malta last Monday, and now it is
Wednesday. And that reminds me, children, run and get on your things, we
have just time for a walk before your French mistress comes."

[Sidenote: At Gibraltar]

"Oh, do let us go to the market, Nory, it is so long since we went
there. It is so stupid always going up the 'Rock,' and you are always
looking out to sea, and don't hear us when we talk to you. I know you
don't, for when I told you that lovely story about the Brownies, the
other day, you just said 'yes' and 'no' in the wrong places, and I knew
you were not attending," said sharp little Ethel, who was not easily put
off.

"Oh, Nory, see the monkeys," cried the little boy, "they are down near
the sentry box, and one of them is carrying off a piece of bread."

"They are very tame, aren't they, Nory?" asked Ethel. "The soldiers
leave bread out for them on purpose, Maria says."

"Yes, but you know I don't care for them, Ethel. They gave me such a
fright last year they came down to pay a visit, and I discovered one in
the bathroom. But run to Maria, and ask her to get you ready quickly,
and I will take you to the market."

In great glee the happy little children quickly donned their things, and
were soon walking beside their governess towards the gay scene of
bargaining and traffic.

Here Moors are sitting cross-legged, with their piles of bright yellow
and red slippers turned up at the toe, and calling out in loud harsh
voices, "babouchas, babouchas," while the wealthier of them, dressed in
their rich Oriental dress, are selling brass trays and ornaments.

The scene is full of gaiety and life, and it is with difficulty that the
young governess drags the children away. But now fresh delights begin:
they are in the narrow streets where all the Moorish shops with their
tempting array of goods attract the childish eye--sweets of all sorts,
cocoanut, egg sweets, almond sweets, pine-nut sweets, and the lovely
pink and golden "Turkish delight," dear to every child's heart.

"Oh, Nory!" in pleading tones, and "Nory" knows that piteous appeal
well, and is weak-minded enough to buy some of the