“Come, Ned.”
“Oh, I’d want to see old Cromwell when he was looking at Charles, just lying there dead.”
“But he never did see him then,” said Jack. “You wouldn’t have wanted to, Ned, if you had been that scoundrel.”
“Yes, I should,” cried Ned; “I’d have known then if I was right.”
Anne looked at him aside, with brief curiosity. He often puzzled her.
“Cromwell a scoundrel!” he murmured to himself.
“And you, Jack?”
“Oh, the cemetery hill at Gettysburg, just when the rebel line broke; but”—and his face flushed—“just to have been there. That would have been better.”
“And what would you like to see, Anne?” said Lyndsay.
“Oh, a hundred things!” and her eyes lit up. At last she said, “Yes; I think if it were only one thing, I would say, St. Paul on Mars’ Hill.”