let our heavy luggage go on to the capital of Munster, and, taking
our handbags, entered a railway carriage standing on a side track,
and were speedily on our way,--we knew not whither, and cared less.
We discovered all too soon that we were going to Waterford, the Star
of the Suir,-

'The gentle Shure, that making way
By sweet Clonmell, adorns rich Waterford';

and we were charmed at first sight with its quaint bridge spanning
the silvery river. It was only five o'clock, and we walked about
the fine old ninth-century town, called by the Cavaliers the Urbs
Intacta, because it was the one place in Ireland which successfully
resisted the all-conquering Cromwell. Francesca sent a telegram at
once to

MISS PEABODY AND MAID, Great Southern Hotel, Limerick Junction.

Came to Waterford instead Cork. Strongbow landed here 1771,
defeating Danes and Irish. Youghal to-morrow, pronounced Yawl.
Address, Green Park, Miss Murphy's. How's Derelict?

FRANELOPE.

It was absurd, of course, but an absurdity that can be achieved at
the cost of eighteen-pence is well worth the money.

Nobody but a Baedeker or a Murray could write an account of our
doings the next two days. Feeling that we might at any hour be
recalled to Benella's bedside, we took a childlike pleasure in