s, and here you found a
sudden glorious peep at it. And then your eyes looking down, down below
the rail, saw that cascades had met and the water was plunging in a wide
glistening sheet down the dizzy height.

The path led downwards again; the heart of the traveller has seen the
falling of the water and cannot have its desire until it stands
somewhere where the same down-dropping stream forms a deep pool and
ceases.

Down, down they went, Miss Bibby, Muffie and Max leading and, far
behind, Pauline and Lynn, lingering as was their wont (they had a
passion for pretending they were wandering quite alone in the
gully)--but occasionally sending downwards a cooee to assure Miss Bibby
of their safety.

They were dangling their legs on a seat in "The Lovers' Cave," two
little figures in blue zephyr, when Paul gave a sudden exclamation of
dismay.

"Quick, quick," she said, "we're going too slowly. Here come the
others."

She seized Lynn's hand and the two began to hurry along the path again,
for at a bend just above them were the holland frocks and mushroom hats
of Florence and Effie.

Down, down, a hundred steps here, round a bend there, down a damp
ladder, hard as they could go, and yet the holland frocks gained on the
blue every moment. Lynn was panting, Pauline's face streamed with
perspiration, and still they sought to increase the distance; they could
not have run more conscientiously from their little friends if they had
been lepers.

But on, on, resistlessly came the holland frocks. Driven to bay Paul
wheeled round--"We can't go any faster," she shouted desperately,
"you'll just have to sit down and wait."

[Illustration: "Driven to bay Paul wheeled round."]

On, on came Florence and Effie while Lynn who had pulled up, too,
regarded them in horror. When they were within a distance of ten feet
she caught at Pauline's hand and began to run again. But the newcomers
who had dropped into a comfortable walk began to run even faster.

Paul and Lynn dodged into "Lurline's Bower" that came along opportunely.

"We'll wait here while you go past as you're in such a hurry," Paul
shouted.

But the holland frocks came on steadily, steadily till they stood in the
opening of the bower, till they crushed themselves on the very seat with
the amazed blue ones.

"You'll catch our whooping," began Paul.

"We want to," said Effie and Florence succinctly.

"But--but--" said Paul and Lynn agitatedly.

"It's all right," sa