her, last June month."

"You was always one to over-do things," said my grandfather.

"But if you was alive an' well, why didn' you drop us a line?"

Now when it came to talk about "dropping a line" my grandfather
fairly lost his temper. So he struck William John Dunn on the nose--
a thing he had never been known to do before--and William John Dunn
hit him back, and the neighbours had to separate them. And next day,
William John Dunn took out a summons against him.

Well, the case was tried before the magistrates: and my grandfather
told his story from the beginning, quite straightforward, just as
I've told it to you. And the magistrates decided that, taking one
thing with another, he'd had a great deal of provocation, and fined
him five shillings. And there the matter ended. But now you know
the reason why I'm William John Dunn's grandson instead of Hendry
Watty's.



JETSOM.


Where Gerennius' beacon stands
High above Pendower sands;
Where, about the windy Nare,
Foxes breed and falcons pair;
Where the gannet dries a wing