"It isn't so much for the pictures I want to go, but I do so want to see the room where poor Henry the Fourth was killed.

I am _so_ fond of Henry the Fourth." Aunty smiled, and Ralph burst out laughing.
"What a queer idea!" he said.

"If you are so fond of him, I should think you would rather _not_ see the room where he was killed." Sylvia grew scarlet, and Molly flew up in her defence.
"You've no business to laugh at Sylvia, Ralph," she cried.

"_I_ understand her quite well.

And she knows a great deal more history than you do--and about pictures, too.