Queen Mary stopped writing then． Yesterday afternoon，7th February 1587， we heard a horse outside our win-dow． Mary looked out． There was a man there， on the road from London． He had a letter from the Queen of England．

In the evening， an Englishman， Lord Shrewsbury，came to see Mary，‘I am sorry，my lady，’he said．‘But I have a letter from my Queen． You're going to die， tomorrow．’

Mary did not move．‘When？'she asked quietly．

‘At half past eight in the morning，’he said．‘I am very sorry， my lady．’He went away．

We did not sleep much that night．We talked and prayed to God， and she gave me her letter to her son， James．‘Give it to him， Bess， please，'she said．‘And tell him how I died．’

‘Yes， my lady，’I said． And so now I am going to tell you．King James．This is how your mother died．

At six o'clock she got up，prayed， and dressed． She put on a red petticoat first， then a black dress， and a white veil over the dress． The veil came from her head to her feet； she could see out through it， but we could not see her face． She looked like a woman on her wedding day．

When the Englishmen came we went downstairs with her．Her little dog walked beside her， under the veil， but the Eng－lishmen didn't see that． Six of us went into a big room with her． A hundred people stood and watched．

A Protestant churchman came to talk to her，‘My lady，’he said．‘Pray with me—’

‘No，'she said．‘Thank you， but no． I was born a Catholic and I'm going to die a Catholic． I think God understands that．'she prayed for five minutes， and then stood up． The executioner came towards her． He was a big， strong man with an axe， and............