Madame's spirits seemed to rise.
'See 'ow many grave-stones--one, _two_ hundred.

Don't you love the dead, cheaile?
I will teach you to love them.

You shall see me die here to-day, for half an hour, and be among them.

That is what I love.' We were by this time at the little brook's side, and the low churchyard wall with a stile, reached by a couple of stepping-stones, across the stream, immediately at the other side.
'Come, now!' cried Madame, raising her face, as if to sniff the air; 'we are close to them.

You will like them soon as I.You shall see five of them.