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side, so that to go from the town to Mont O gueil the party would pass diagonally through the heart of the island; or they might, if they chose, go by a more circuitous route along shore, thus, as it were, going round the corner instead of striking across it.

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"Are you sure you can find the way ?" asked Mrs. Morelle. "I am told there are a great many roads in the middle of the island."

"Yes, Auntie, so there are,” said Grimkie. "I have got a map of them all.”

So Grimkie took out of his pocket a map, and unfolding it upon the table, he showed his aunt the way to Mont Orgueil upon it, pointing out, at the same time, a great many branching roads,

which, he said, they must not take.

“Only,” said he, “we may like to go some part of the way by the cross-roads, so as to see the pretty lanes and winding paths that go round to the different farmers' houses; but with the map and my compass we can find the I sure."

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"Besides," he added, "we can inquire. they don't understand when I ask them in Eng lish, I will ask them in French."

"How far is it?" asked Mrs. Morelle.

"Is is four or five miles," said Grimkie.

“That will take us two hours, or two hours

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a half, if we go at the rate of two miles an hour."

"Hoh!" exclaimed John, 66 we can go more than two miles an hour. I could hop two miles an hour on one foot.”

"You could hop at that rate perhaps," said Grimkie, as far as across a room.'

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The arrangements for the walk were soon completed, and the party set out. They left home about ten o'clock, and Grimkie calculated that they would reach Mont Orgueil about halfpast twelve. At the foot of the mountain there was a small port and village named Gorey, and an omnibus running from it to the town of St. Helier. Grimkie's plan was, after visiting the castle, to go down to the village and there take the omnibus and ride home.

So they bade Mrs. Morelle good-morning and set off. They met with a variety of adventures, and lost their way two or three times, from leaving the main road and turning off into byways and green lanes which appeared by the map to be equally near. Still they did not go very far out of the way, for Grimkie knew that the general direction of the journey was northeast, and so he kept by his compass as nearly as possible on that course.

Sometimes a road that by the map, which of

course could not show differences of level, seemed to be quite as near as the grand highway, led them over some high hill, commanding a wide and beautiful view, or down in a deep valley among cottages, farm houses, and gardens belonging to the old French peasantry of the islands. In these places Grimkie found some difficulty in communicating with the people when he asked his way. Once he asked the way of some children who were playing in the road opposite to a venerable looking stone cottage with a thatched roof, and with ivy growing all over it, where it appeared they lived. They looked at him a moment with an air of perplexity in their countenances, and then ran off into the cottage to call somebody, as if they themselves could not understand what he said. Then somebody came out and told them in French which way to go.

The country people who spoke English, or what they called English, mixed so many French words with what they said, and even when using, English words they adopted so many French idioms, that it was very hard to say which was their native tongue. For example, one man whom they asked to tell them which of two roads before them led to Mont Orgueil, replied,

"All the two of them. If I were going to

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