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44 The Channel Islands. too much consolation in the thought that others do wrong too, and so, reader, I will describe it, for your future possible benefit, as pre- cisely as possible. It lies, then, on the left-hand side of the market- place as you go from the sea, and it is quite three parts of the whole way up. Tempting loaves and soft rolls and rich cakes are in the window, and two gentle-voiced, lady-like women supply your needs. We found them out one day, and:to our consciences called it five o’clock tea; but it was utterly a work of supererogation, and if it spared our host’s resources at the dinner that so soon followed, it worked no special good to ourselves. But the white china plates were attractive, and the Guernsey cake, cut in large, hot, smoking pieces by liberal hands, was excellent, and the ladies behind the Py oe ai} at WE pt > aS hes, To ALDERNEY. counter had a pleasant way ot chatting, and gave us many a wrinkle about the islands, and many a bit of information, which, we will pretend, was, more than the cake, the main object of our repeated visits. Our kind host would put down loss of appetite to other causes. ‘I think, sirs, you must be overdoing it in the way of exertion,” with a shake of the head; or: ‘‘Surely you are not doing justice to Guernsey air!” but we never confessed that Guernsey cake, not Guernsey air, was at the bottom of it all; that the disease was moral, not physical. | Nevertheless, pleasant though Guernsey was, we could not shake from our spirits those little solitary islands of Sark, and Herm and | Jethou, where, to quote once more those words so full of solemn meaning, we had found rest unto our souls. And as there was one more island to be seen, and that we wished to see before leaving Guernsey for good—the Island of Alderney—no wonder that one di a i i i sf Gomicbooks.com al Pied