any thing, mum."

"Miss AM--ABEL AD--E--LINE AM--MA--BY," prompted the nurse.

"Amabel!" said the little Jan, softly. But, after this feat, he
took a fit of childish reticence, and would say no more; whilst,
deeply resentful of the liberties Jan had taken, Miss Amabel Adeline
Ammaby twisted her features till she looked like a gutta-percha
gargoyle, and squalled as only a fretful baby can squall.

She was calmed at last, however, and the windmiller took her once
more into his arms, and Mrs. Lake carrying Jan, they all climbed up
the narrow ladder to the next floor.

Heavily ground the huge stones with a hundred and twenty revolutions
a minute, making the chamber shake as they went round.

They made the nurse giddy. The simplest machinery has a bewildering
effect upon an unaccustomed person. So has going up a ladder; which
makes you feel much less safe in the place to which it leads you
than if you had got there by a proper flight of stairs. So--very
often--has finding yourself face to face with the accomplishment of
what you have been striving for, if you happen to be weak-minded.

Under the combined influences of all these causes, the nurse
listened nervously to Master Lake, as he did the honors of the mill.

"Those be the mill-stones, ma'am. Pretty fastish they grinds, and
they goes faster when the wind's gusty. Many a good cat they've
ground as flat as a pancake from the poor gawney beasts getting into