`Heh-heh! well, I wish to noise nothing abroad - nothing at all,' murmured Poorgrass diffidently. `But we be born to things - that's true. Yet I would rather my trifle were hid; though, perhaps, a high nater is a little high, and at my birth all things were possible to my Maker, and he may have begrudged no gifts... But under your bushel, Joseph! under your bushel with 'ee! A strange desire, neighbours, this desire to hide, and no praise due. Yet there is a Sermon on the Mount with a calendar of the blessed at the head, and certain meek men may be named therein.'

`Cainy's grandfather was a very clever man,' said Matthew Moon. `Invented a' apple-tree out of his own head, which is called by his name to this day - the Early Ball. You know `em, Jan? A Quarrenden grafted on a Tom Putt, and a Rathe-ripe upon top of that again. 'Tis trew 'a used to bide about in a public- house wi' a 'ooman in a way he had no business to by rights, but there--'a were a clever man in the sense of the term.'

`Now then,' said Gabriel impatiently, `what did you see, Cain?'

`I seed our mis'ess go into a sort of a park place, where there's seats, and shrubs and flowers, arm- in-crook with a sojer,' continued Cain firmly, and with a dim sense that his words were very effective as regarded Gabriel's emotions. `And I think the sojer was Sergeant Troy. And they sat there together for more than half-an-hour, talking moving things, and she once was crying a'most to death. And when they came out her eyes were shining and she was as white as a lily; and they looked into one another's faces, as far gone friendly as a man and woman can be.'

Gabriel's features seemed to get thinner. `Well, what did you see besides?'

`Oh, all sorts.'

`White as a lily? You are sure 'twas she?'

`Yes.'

`Well, what besides?'

`Great glass windows to the shops, and great clouds in the sky, fall of rain, and old wooden trees in the country round.'

`You stun-poll! What will ye say next?' said Coggan.

`Let en alone,' interposed Joseph Poorgrass. `The boy's maning is that the sky and the earth in the kingdom of Bath is not altogether different from ours here. 'Tis for our good to gain knowledge of strange cities, and as such the boy's words should be suffered, so to speak it.'

`And the people of Bath,' continued Cain, `never need to light their fires except as a luxury; for the water springs up out of the earth ready boiled for use.'

`'Tis true as the light,' testified Matthew Moon. `I've hear other navigators say the same thing.'

`They drink nothing else there,' said Cain, `and seem to enjoy it, to see how they swaller it down.'

`Well, it seems a barbarian practice enough to us, but I daresay the natives think nothing o' it,' said Matthew.

`And don't victuals spring up as well as drink?' asked Coggan, twirling his eye.

`No - I own to a blot there in Bath - a true blot. God didn't provide em with victuals as well as drink, and 'twas a drawback I couldn't get over at all.'