Her Sad, Still-Faced Mother Standing Near, With An Interest In Her Apparently Renewed By My Own, Said That She Was Four Years Old, And Joined Me In Watching Her As She Built A Pile Of Little Sticks And Boiled An Imaginary Little Kettle Over Them.

I was so glad even of a make-believe fire that I dropped a copper coin beside it, and

The mother smiled pensively as if grateful but not very hopeful from this beneficence, though after reflection I had made my gift a "big dog" instead of a "small dog," as the Spanish call a ten and a five centimo piece. The child bent her pretty head shyly on one side, and went on putting more sticks under her supposititious pot.

I found the little spectacle reward enough in itself and in a sort compensation for our failure to see the exquisite alabaster tomb of Juan II. and his wife Isabel which makes the Cartuja Church so famous. There are a great many beautiful tombs in Burgos, but none so beautiful there (or in the whole world if the books say true) as this; though we made what we could of some in the museum, where we saw for the first time in the recumbent effigies of a husband and wife, with features worn away by time and incapable of expressing the disappointment, the surprise they may have felt in the vain effort to warm their feet on the backs of the little marble angels put there to support them.

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