When the chapel was reached, she laid the roses on the tomb with gentle fingers, and a pitiful, reverent look in her gray eyes. Then she lifted Mabel up to kiss the odd little baby effigy above the marble quilt; whereupon the guide seemed altogether surprised out of his composure, and remarked to Katy,—
"Little Miss is an h'American, as is plain to see; no h'English child would be likely to think of doing such a thing."
"Do not English children take any interest in the tombs of the Abbey?" asked Katy.
"Oh yes, m'm,—h'interest; but they don't take no special notice of one tomb above h'another."
Katy could scarcely keep from laughing, especially as she heard Amy, who had been listening to the conversation, give an audible sniff, and inform Mabel that she was glad she was not an English child, who did n't notice things and liked grown-up graves as much as she did dear little cunning ones like this!
Later in the day, when Mrs. Ashe was better, they all drove together to the quaint
