We intended to go to Stonehenge this morning, but it rained, so we took a 'growler' and went to the Earl of Pembroke's country place to see the pictures. Had a delightful morning with the magnificent antiques, curios, and portraits. The Van Dyck room is a joy for ever; but one really needs a guide or a friend who knows something of art if one would understand these things. There were other visitors; nobody who looked especially interesting. Don't like Salisbury so well as Winchester. Don't know why. We shall drive this afternoon, if it is fair, and go to Bath and Wells to-morrow, I am glad to say. Must read Baedeker on the Bishop's palace. Oh, dear! if one could only have a good time and not try to know anything! Memoranda: _This cathedral has the highest spire. Remember: Winchester, longest nave; Salisbury, highest spire._ _The Lancet style is those curved lines meeting in a rounding or a sharp point like this [inverted U shape] /\, and then joined together like this \/\/\/, the way they scallop babies' flannel petticoats. Gothic looks like triangles meeting together in various spots and joined with a beautiful sort of ornamented knobs. I think I recognise Gothic when I see it. Then there is Norman, Early English, fully developed Early English, Early and Late Perpendicular, Transition, and, for aught I know, a lot of others. Aunt Celia can tell them all apart._ _He_ Salisbury, _June 3_, The Red Lion. I went off on a long tramp this afternoon, and coming on a pretty river flowing through green meadows, with a fringe of trees on either side, I sat down to make a sketch. I heard feminine voices in the vicinity, but as these are generally a part of the landscape in the tourist season, I paid no special notice. Suddenly a dainty patent-leather shoe floated towards me on the surface of the stream. It evidently had just dropped in, for it was right side up with care, and was disporting itself most merrily. 'Did ever Jove's tree drop such fruit?' I quoted as I fished it out on my stick; and just then I heard a distressed voice saying, 'Oh, Aunt Celia, I've lost my smart little London shoe. I was sitting in a tree taking a pebble out of the heel, when I saw a caterpillar, and I dropped it into the river--the shoe, you know, not the caterpillar.' [Illustration: I offered it to her with distinguished grace]