"He's always quiet when Morland is playing," whispered Claudia. "He
loves music. I wish we could teach him. I've tried, but it's absolutely
hopeless. He'd sit there all the afternoon, and I verily believe Morland
would too, once he's started on that organ. We shall have to stop him if
we want to go on with our walk. Morland! We're keeping Lorraine
waiting!"

Morland came back from the clouds and closed the organ, Claudia beckoned
Landry down from the gallery, and they stepped out again into the
sunshine and the fresh salt breeze that blew up from the shore.

It was a beautiful path to Tangy Point, all along the edge of the
cliffs, with great rugged rocks below, and the sea lapping gently on the
shingle. Gulls flashed white wings against the autumn blue of the sky,
and linnets twittered among the gorse bushes; here and there a few wild
flowers lingered, and Claudia picked quite a summer-looking bouquet. The
Point was a narrow spit of land crowned with a cairn, and here the young
people climbed to get the view over the western sea.

"I believe all here under the water is the lost land of Lyonesse!" said
Lorraine. "In King Arthur's days it was a prosperous place with
cornfields and villages, and then the sea came and swallowed it all up.
Fishermen say there's a castle and a church under the waves still, and
that sometimes they can hear the bells ringing, but of course that's
just imagination."

"Perhaps the mermaids live there!" laughed Claudia.

"You'd better send Lilith to look!"

"I say," said Morland, "there's a sort of a path down here. Are you game
to come and explore?"

"Of course we are! It will be topping down on those sands. Leave your
flowers here, Claudia; you can get them when we come back."

The path down to the sands was a scramble, but not particularly
difficult for agile young limbs. It led them on to a belt of rocks,
where ghost-like little fishes were darting across silvery pools, and
small crabs were scuttling among tangled masses of sodden, salt-scented
sea-weed, and sea-anemones spread scarlet tentacles in the clear water.
The wall-like, reddish-brown cliff rose almost sheer above, with gulls
and puffins and guillemots and cormorants perched on its rugged crags,
or rising to circle screaming in the air.

"Looks like the entrance to a cave over there!" said Morland. "Bet you
six cigarettes to six chocolates I'm right!"

"You oughtn't to bet, you naughty boy!" returned Claudia. "Besides, we