'Sally,' I said, glancing round to see that there was no one by, 'that mummy was very likely a pretty girl like you, once.' 'Do you think so ?' she said, with that look of hers which makes me feel like a galvanic battery.

'I do,' I said, 'and what's more, there may once have been another mummy, a man-mummy, standing by her just as I am standing by you, and wanting very much to ask her something, and shaking in his shoes for fear he shouldn't get the right answer.' 'Did the mummies wear shoes when they were alive ?' she asked, all at once.

'Wear shoes!' I cried out.

'I can't tell you, Sally; but one thing I feel very sure of, and that is that they had hearts.

Now, suppose,' I said, 'we're those two mummies--' 'I'm sure it's bad luck!' interrupted Sally.