Lord Lambeth, not quite following, but very contented. "Now, what are you going to do here?"
"On Thursday I am going to the Tower."
"The Tower?"
"The Tower of London. Did you never hear of it?"
"Oh yes, I have been there," said Lord Lambeth. "I was taken there by my governess when I was six years old. It's a rum idea, your going there."
"Do give me a few more rum ideas," said Bessie. "I want to see every thing of that sort. I am going to Hampton Court, and to Windsor, and to the Dulwich Gallery."
Lord Lambeth seemed greatly amused. "I wonder you don't go to the Rosherville Gardens."
"Are they interesting?" asked Bessie.
"Oh, wonderful."
"Are they very old? That's all I care for," said Bessie.
"They are tremendously old; they are all falling to ruins."
"I think there is nothing so charming as an old ruinous garden," said the young girl. "We must certainly go there."
Lord Lambeth broke out into merriment. "I say, Woodley," he cried, "here's Miss Alden wants to go to the Rosherville Gardens!"
