ire market town.
2.--100, war, 1000, 50, bee, 50. A South London parliamentary borough.
3.--500, run, in, fee, 1000, 50. A city of Fife.
4.--100, no, 500, tears. A town in Yorkshire.
5.--500, u, yes, r, 50. A town in Gloucestershire, near the
Cotswold Hills.
6.--1000, 500, 50, 500, 10, I see. A county in England.

C. J. B.

[_Answers on page 254._]

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ANSWER TO PUZZLE ON PAGE 179.

7.--1. Macaroni.
2. Caviare.
3. Sauerkraut.
4. Welsh rabbit.
5. Chocolate cream.

THE GIANT OF THE TREASURE CAVES.

(_Continued from page 203._)

Looking back before passing through the gap in the scrub, Jack saw his
mother was toiling very slowly up the shingle, as if the rolling stones
and steep incline were a little too much for her rheumatic limbs. It
gave him a pang to think how much better she had managed this same
ascent before the severe nursing of the past three months.

'I must get back and help her,' he said to Estelle. 'The climb is a bit
stiff for her now; so you won't mind if I just run up and put you down
in the kitchen as quickly as possible?'

Estelle begged to be allowed to walk up, but of this he would not hear.
His long legs soon brought them to the cave-door, where, unwinding the
child from the folds of the rugs, he threw the cushions down, telling
her to lie on the couch and rest. Then he ran off to his mother's
assistance. More tired than she could have thought possible after her
taste of fresh air, Estelle waited anxiously for Mrs. Wright and Jack,
fearing some accident; but before long she heard their voices. Presently
Jack appeared with his mother in his arms.

'I never thought he could do it. I am so heavy now,' said Mrs. Wright,
half laughing, half crying, 'But he wouldn't take "no." It might not be
a word in the dictionary for aught he cared. Was there ever the likes of
him?' she added, looking up proudly into the strong face of her son.
'And he does not seem a bit puffed or blowed by the weight of me, does
he, dearie?'

Jack, however, had disappeared to attend to his boat. Estelle thought
she had never seen any one so strong in all her life, or so good or so
nice. Mrs. Wright said but little more, however, and as usual ended her
praises with a sigh.

'Why do you do that?' asked Estelle, wondering how she _could_ sigh
after Jack's kindness had pleased her so much.

'What did I do, dearie?' demanded Mrs. W