"I think," quavered Master Simon, "I think 'tis the roof o' 'Flowing
Source'!"

Mistress Prudence ran down the quay steps, cast off the first boat
that lay handy, and pulled towards the dark mass sweeping seaward.
As it crossed ahead of her bows, she dropped the paddles, ran to the
painter, and flung it forward with all her might.


The "Pandora's Box" Inn stands on Ponteglos Quay to this day. And
all that is left of "Flowing Source" hangs on the wall of its best
parlour--four dark oak timbers forming a frame around a portrait, the
portrait of a woman of middle age and comfortable countenance.
In the right-hand top corner of the picture, in letters of faded
gold, runs the legend--VXOR BONA INSTAR NAVIS.



EXPERIMENTS.



I.--A YOUNG MAN'S DIARY.


_Monday, Sept. 7th_, 189-. I am one year old to-day.

I imagine that most people regard their first birthday as something
of an event; a harvest-home of innocence, touched with I know not how