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149 A QUEER RACH. the poor man to death by threatening to set her puma at him. We went down to the Diana as arranged, by water of course. In addition to the boat’s crew and the carpenter, we were accompanied by Marian Lester, one of the queen’s maidens, and a youth of the name of Buttercup, who was half page, half errand-boy. On reaching the ship, I looked over the manifest, on which I had ticked off the packages already landed, and, in consultation with Mab, decided. what others we should take back with us in the boat, and told the men to hoist them out of the hold. Then, while Morris was removing the mirrors, we took a turn round the ship, and made an inspection of the cabins, on the chance of finding anything likely to be useful and worth carrying away; for we did not intend to make another visit to the ship for some time. In the captain’s cabin were a thermometer and a ba- rometer. ‘We will have these,” I said, looking at them. ‘This is a self-registering thermometer, and I want toe ascertain the average temperature of Fairhaven, and the barometer may pvove very useful. It gives warning of storms. Do you ever have storms?” ‘‘Sometimes, and very bad ones. But they don’t often take us by surprise. I have nearly always a premonition of them; so have others.” re suppose you can tell by the look of the sky and the direction and force of the wind?” The queen laughed. «lhe look of the sky and the force of the wind!” she said. “Why, when the clouds gather and the wind rises the storm has begun. These are signs which children may read. What I mean is, that before any sign is visible, while the heavens are still clear, the sea still calm, something tells me—I know not what; it 1s a feeling, a foreboding—that within a few hours the weather will change for the worse.’ «That comes from increase of pressure,’ ” I said. ‘You are sensitive to atmospheric conditions.” «<T don’t know how that is. I dare say you are right, 4 she returned, pensively. ‘‘ But I have exactly the same feeling when people are thinking evil against me. Gomicbooks (E(0)