Win's voice trailed into silence. To read a fact in a book was
different from standing under the very roof that had once
sheltered bonnie Prince Charlie. He looked about him, trying to
picture to himself those far past days.

The ceiling rose in a huge dome and one immense window framed a
wonderful view. From a little sally-port leading to a platform one
could look sheer down to the rocks or across fourteen miles of
tossing water to beautiful France. By using a little imagination
the girls agreed that they could detect the spire of the cathedral
of Coutances easily visible in clear weather.

"In the French revolution the governor of Jersey signalled to the
army of the Vendee by means of a flagpole held in place by
chains," said Mrs. Thayne.

"Yes," said their small guide. "The chains are still on the wall
but the pole is new. The naval men use it in summer."

"Do they sleep here?" asked Win.

"Down in the chapel, sir."

"I'd stay here," said Win. "Say, how much would you rent this room
for?"

"Three and six a week, sir, with the platform thrown in," replied
their small guide so gravely that they all looked to see whether
he was really in earnest.