"Yes, we are about to enter the Coquet now."
"Where does the Coquet rise?"
"In the Cheviot hills; and it flows for forty miles through well-wooded scenery, which is called Coquetdale, and then falls into the German Ocean, below Alnwick Bay."
"You must have been studying a gazetteer lately."
"I have been; and can tell you something more of the Coquet which is interesting."
"Pray, do so."
"I know a little about it. It is famous for its salmon and trout, for which it is greatly esteemed by anglers," said one.
"Among the pebbles which it washes up, cornelians, agates, and mountain crystals, are sometimes found," said another.
"I wonder if we shall be fortunate enough to discover any of these treasures!"
"I do not care to look for them; for when there are old castles to be visited, I think a few little pebbles need not expect to be noticed."