The family was extinct now, and their lands had passed to others, but a few tattered banners and an old helmet still hung on the wall of the side chapel, above the tomb, testifying to their former achievements.

From her seat in church Winona had a good view of the monument.

She admired it immensely, and had often woven romances about the good knights of old who had carried those banners to the battle-field.

She felt that she would like to secure a satisfactory photo.

She started off one morning at about half-past eleven, when the light was likely to be best.
It was a sunny day, and wonderfully bright for January.