I saw the drawer of farthing wares also, and might have had a flat iron had I been so minded; but I was too old now to want it for a plaything, and too young yet to take it as a remembrance of the past.
I asked Mrs.Buckle about the two little beaver-bonneted ladies, but she did not help me much.

She did not remember them.

They might be Mr.
St.John's little girls; he had buried four.

A many ladies wore beaver bonnets then.

This was all she could say, so I gave up my inquiries.
It was as we were on our way from the Buckles to join the rest of the party that Mr.Clerke caught sight of the quaint little village church, and as churches and church services were matters of great interest to us just then, the two parsons, the churchwarden, five elder scholars and myself got the key from the sexton and went to examine the interior.
It was an old and rather dilapidated building.