We were all enchanted when we arrived at the door of the inn.

"Devonshire for me! I shall live here!" cried Mrs. Jack. "I said
that a few times in Wales, but I retract it. You had better live
here, too, Atlas; there aren't any problems in Clovelly."

"I am sure of that," he assented smilingly. "I noticed dozens of
live snails in the rocks of the street as we came down; snails
cannot live in combination with problems."

"Then I am a snail," answered Mrs. Jack cheerfully; "for that is
exactly my temperament."

We found that we could not get room enough for all at the tiny inn,
but this only exhilarated Egeria and Tommy. They disappeared and
came back triumphant ten minutes later.

"We got lodgings without any difficulty," said Egeria. "Tommy's
isn't half bad; we saw a small boy who had been taking a box 'down-
along' on a sledge, and he referred us to a nice place where they
took Tommy in; but you should see my lodging--it is ideal. I
noticed the prettiest yellow-haired girl knitting in a doorway.
'There isn't room for me at the inn,' I said; 'could you let me
sleep here?' She asked her mother, and her mother said 'Yes,' and
there was never anything so romantic as my vine-embowered window.
Juliet would have jumped at it."

"She would have jumped out of it, if Romeo had been below," said
Mrs. Jack, "but there are no Romeos nowadays; they are all busy
settling the relations of labour and capital."