and kept her awake. The fact is, I was cutting a tooth. I have
given up learning to walk; but have some idea of trying somnambulism
instead.

_Thursday, 10th_. To-day I was spanked for the first time. When I
have stopped crying, I mean to analyse my sensations. Sometimes, in
Kensington Gardens, I feel like a boy who is never growing up. . .



II.--THE CAPTAIN FROM BATH.


Extract from the Memoirs of GABRIEL FOOT, Highwayman.

Our plan of attack upon Nanscarne House was a simple one.

The old baronet, Sir Harry Dinnis, took a just pride in his
silver-ware. Some of it dated from Elizabeth: for Sir Harry's
great-great-grandfather, as the unhappy alternative of melting it
down for King Charles, had taken arms against his Majesty and come
out of the troubles of those times with wealth and credit.

The house, too, was Elizabethan, shaped like the letter L, and, like
that letter, facing eastward. The longer arm, which looked down the
steep slope of the park, contained the entrance-hall, chapel,
dining-hall, principal living-rooms, and kitchens.

The ground-floor of the other (and to us more important) arm was
taken up by the housekeeper's rooms, audit-room and various offices,