otels in London. I'll never forget my sensations when I realized why
his face was so familiar, and where I had seen it before! That mystery
was never explained, and I'm afraid yours never will be."

They found Coventry a delightful old town. Here it was that so many of
the Miracle Plays used to be given in olden times. The "Coventry
Plays" were famous, and Mrs. Pitt took the party to the court-yard of
Saint Mary's Hall, where they were wont to be performed; for such
entertainments always took place in the open air,--in squares or
courts, the stage being rudely constructed upon a wagon, which could
be taken from place to place.

At the corner of two streets is an absurd figure of "Peeping Tom,"
which recalls the fabled ride of the Lady Godiva, and her sacrifice to
procure the freedom of the people of Coventry from unjust taxes.

Coventry streets are very narrow and crooked (Hawthorne once said that
they reminded him of Boston's winding ways), and there are many
picturesque houses, their upper stories jutting out over the street.
One most charming example of sixteenth century architecture is Ford's
Hospital, a home for forty aged women. The street front is unique in
its construction of timbers, gables, and carvings. Inside is an
oblong, paved court, overhung by the second story of the building.

"It's like Leicester's Hospital at Warwick, only this is really more
quaint, isn't it? The old ladies peeping out from their little rooms
are dear! I'm going to make friends with them," Betty declared, as she
disappeared under one of the low doorways. She was soon seen
accompanying an old dame on crutches, who was hobbling out to show off
her bit of a garden, back of the house.

On the return trip to Leamington, they were rather quiet. Having seen
so many famous places, it was natural that they should wish to think
them over. The driver approached Leamington by another road than that
by which they had left it, and it took them past Stoneleigh Abbey,
the country seat of Lord Leigh. It is situated in the midst of
woodland, which has been called "the only real bit of old Arden Forest
now to be found in Warwickshire."

"They say that the Abbey is remarkably beautiful," said Mrs. Pitt,
"but I've never been fortunate enough to see it at any nearer range.
The house is not very old, having been erected in the eighteenth
century, but it stands on the site of a Cistercian Abbey, of which one
gateway still remains."

It was late when