It is marvellous how one's history comes back to one!" "Quite marvellous," said Salemina dryly; "or at least the state in which it comes back is marvellous.

I am not a stickler for dates, as you know, but if you could only contrive to fix a few periods in your minds, girls, just in a general way, you would not be so shamefully befogged.
Your Anne of Denmark, Francesca, was the wife of James VI.

of Scotland, who was James I.of England, and she died a hundred years before the Anne I mean,--the last of the Stuarts, you know.

My Anne came after William and Mary, and before the Georges." "Which William and Mary ?" "What Georges ?" But this was too much even for Salemina's equanimity, and she retired behind her book in dignified displeasure, while Francesca and I meekly looked up the Annes in a genealogical table, and tried to decide whether 'b.1665' meant born or beheaded..