“A tomb!” laughing; “oh, yes, perhaps it was once, two thousand years ago, before Pisces became Aries.”
“I do not understand,” petulantly. “Do let me sleep.”
“I mean before the precession of the equinoxes had changed the position of the stars; it was so very long ago—”
“Please don’t talk to me.”
“But I want you to come in here.”
“In there! Impossible!”
“But do, Margaret; it is quite empty; only like a room. The ground inside is as dry as a floor, and the roof will shelter you from the night air, and, perhaps, save you from illness.”
“I couldn’t—no; please.”
“Well, just come and look.”
“I won’t—there!” quite decidedly.