. Yes,
that must be it, for the _Ems_ sailed yesterday from Southampton. Too
bad, for he was a distinct addition to the landscape. Why didn't I say,
when he was picking up the collection of curios in Aunt Celia's bag,
'You needn't bother about the novel, thank you; it is not mine, and
anyway it would be of no use to anybody.'

_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 for ever; but one
really needs a guide or a friend who knows something of art if one would
understand these things. 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
Bath and Wells to-morrow, I am glad to say. 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 [inverted U shape] /\, and then joined together like
this \/\/\/, the way they scallop babies' flannel petticoats. Gothic
looks like triangles meeting together in various spots and joined with
a beautiful sort of ornamented knobs. I think I recognise Gothic when I
see it. Then there is Norman, Early English, fully developed Early
English, Early and Late Perpendicular, Transition, and, for aught I
know, a lot of others. Aunt Celia can tell 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 most
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,