We were taken up this, and washed our hands in a big room with a fourpost wooden bed and dark red hangings--just the sort of hangings that would not show the stains of gore in the dear old adventurous times.
Then we had tea in a great big room with wooden chairs and tables, very polished and old.
It was a very nice tea, with lettuces, and cold meat, and three kinds of jam, as well as cake, and new bread, which we are not allowed at home.
While tea was being had, the lady talked to us.

She was very kind.
There are two sorts of people in the world, besides others; one sort understand what you're driving at, and the other don't.

This lady was the one sort.
After everyone had had as much to eat as they could possibly want, the lady said, 'What was it you particularly wanted to see at Canterbury ?' 'The cathedral,' Alice said, 'and the place where Thomas A Becket was murdered.' 'And the Danejohn,' said Dicky.
Oswald wanted to see the walls, because he likes the Story of St Alphege and the Danes.
'Well, well,' said the lady, and she put on her hat; it was a really sensible one--not a blob of fluffy stuff and feathers put on sideways and stuck on with long pins, and no shade to your face, but almost as big as ours, with a big brim and red flowers, and black strings to tie under your chin to keep it from blowing off.
Then we went out all together to see Canterbury.

Dicky and Oswald took it in turns to carry Denny on their backs.

The lady called him 'The Wounded Comrade'.
We went first to the church.