When the morning came, there was the Glashburn meeting the Lorrie in his garden.

But the cottage was well built, and fit to stand a good siege, while any moment the waters might have reached their height.

By breakfast time, however, they were round it from behind.

There is nothing like a flood for revealing the variations of surface, the dips and swells of a country.

In a few minutes they were isolated, with the current of the Glashburn on one side, and that of the Lorrie in front.