My dear, do get up! You're sitting on my coffin!" Olga got up quickly.

"Violet, what extraordinary things you think of!" The other girl laughed again, and stooping raised the oaken lid.

"It's not in the least extraordinary.

Look inside, and picture to yourself how comfy I shall be! You can come and see me if you like, and spread flowers--red ones, mind.

I like plenty of colour." She dropped the lid again carelessly, and took a gold cigarette-case from her pocket.