MR.

ISIDORE TAKES CHARGE.
"Uncle Copas," said Corona, as the two passed out through the small doorway in the southern aisle and stood blinking in the sunshine, "I want you next to show me what's left of the old Castle where the kings lived: that is, if you're not tired." "Tired, child?
'Tis our business--'tis the Brethren's business-- to act as guides around the relics of Merchester.

By fetching a very small circuit we can take the Castle on our way, and afterwards walk home along the water-meads, my favourite path." Corona slipped her hand into his confidentially.

Together they left the Close, and passing under the King's Gate, turned down College Street, which led them by the brewhouse and outer porch of the great School.

A little beyond it, where by a conduit one of the Mere's hurrying tributaries gushed beneath the road, they came to a regiment of noble elms guarding a gateway, into which Brother Copas turned aside.