the sun'; a peep at Stonehenge from under the shelter of an umbrella, and an hour or two in Salisbury Cathedral - this was all that they accomplished, except a brief halt at Winchester, that Katy might have the privilege of seeing the grave of her beloved Miss Austen. Katy had come abroad with a terribly long list of graves to visit, Mrs Ashe declared. They laid a few rain-washed flowers upon the tomb, and listened with edification to the verger, who inquired:

`Whatever was it, ma'am, that lady did which brings so many h'Americans to h'ask about her? Our h'English people don't seem to take the same h'interest.'

`She wrote such delightful stories,' explained Katy, but the old verger shook his head.

`I think h'it must be some other party, miss, you've confused with this here. It stands to reason, miss, that we'd have heard of 'em h'over 'ere in England sooner than you would h'over there in h'America, if the books 'ad been h'anything so h'extraordinary.'

The night after their return to London they were dining for the second time with the cousins of whom Mrs Ashe had spoken to Dr Carr, and as it happened Katy sat next to a quaint elderly American, who had lived for twenty years in London and knew it much better than most Londoners do. This gentleman, Mr Allen Beach, had a hobby for antiquities, old books especially, and passed half his time at the British Museum, and the other half in sale-rooms and the old shops in Wardour Street.

Katy was lamenting over the bad weather which stood in the way of their plans.

`It is so vexatious!' she said. `Mrs Ashe meant to go to York and Lincoln and all the cathedral towns and to Scotland, and we have had to give it all up because of the ram. We shall go away having seen hardly anything.'

`You can see London.'

`We have - that is, we have seen the things that everybody sees.'

`But there are so many things that people in general do not see. How much longer are you to stay, Miss Carr?'

`A week, I believe.'

`Why don't you make out a list of old buildings which are connected with famous people in history, and visit them in turn? I did that the second year after I came. I gave up three months to it, and it was most interesting. I unearthed all manner of curious stories and traditions.'

`Or,' cried Katy, struck with a sudden bright thought, `why mightn't I put into the list some of the places I know about in books - novels as well as history - and the places where the people who wrote the books lived?'

`You might do that, and it wouldn't be a bad idea, either,' said Mr Beach, pleased with her enthusiasm. `I will get a pencil after dinner, and help you with your list if you will allow me.

Mr Beach was better than his word. He not only suggested places and traced a plan of sightseeing, but on two different mornings he went with them himself; his intelligent knowledge of London added very much to the interest of the excursions. Under his guidance the little party of four - Mabel was never left out for it was such a chance for her to improve her mind, Amy declared - visited the Charterhouse, where Thackeray went to school, and the Home of the Poor Brothers connected with it, in which Colonel Newcome answered `Adsum' to the roll call of the angels. They took a look at the small house in Curzon Street, which is supposed to have been in Thackeray's mind when he described the residence of Becky Sharp, and the other house in Russell Square which is unmistakably that where George Osborne courted Amelia Sedley. They went to service in the delightful old church of St Mary in the Temple, and thought