The old lady being thus happily recovered, the young ones having had their fill of admiration, their noſtrils being now ſatiated with the incenſe of flattery from the ſcented beaux, and their limbs tired of cotillions and minuets, mother and daughters returned with one conſent to Breſlaw. They did not fail to take the way of the Giant-mountains, as they had promiſed to their hoſpitable entertainer in Giantdale, from whom the Counteſs hoped for a ſatisfactory ſolution of the riddle that ſo puzzled her; how ſhe became acquainted with the company at the waters that had afterwards behaved with ſuch coldneſs; and how the whimſical alibi, that had all the wildneſs of a dream, was brought about. But nobody could direct them to my Lord Giantdale’s ſeat, nor was the name known to a ſoul on either ſide the mountains.—So the lady was at length unwillingly convinced that the ſtranger who had reſcued and entertained her was no other than Num-
