"There was one tall tower in a corner, rather tottering,where they say Mary Queen of Scots was imprisoned. "
Think of the queen going up here", said Miriam, in a low voice, as she climbed the hollow stairs. "
If she could get up", said Paul, "
for she had rheumatism like anything. I reckon they treated her rottenly". "You don't think she deserved it ?" asked Miriam."
No I don't. She was only lively". The crypt underneath the manor was beautiful and in perfect preservation. Paul made a drawing. Miriam stayed with him. She was thinking of Mary Queen of Scots looking with er strained hopeless eyes, that would not understand misery, over the hills where no help came, or sitting in this crypt being told of a God as cold as the place she sat in".
