Rollo in Paris

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s in the Boulevards, he went home about eight o'clock to the hotel to see his father and mother and Jennie, and tell them where he had been. He found his m

is father?"

sleep by this time. You must

nie?" as

ut she is not asleep, and I presume she will be

ther, I should like to go and ride w

uld not be proper for me to take you, for I am going on an invitation from others.

carriage, and let Alfred drive you, and so follow along after our party. Only

p back, and then I could see all around. I should have a grand ride. I

he has got cold, and she went to bed early on that accoun

soon as he opened the door, Jennie

you? I am very glad

ile," said Rollo. "I am going

with mother?"

llo; "but I am going in the same party. I

e. "Don't go away. Stay here with me, please. I

to sleep pretty s

"I am not sleepy the l

nd looked Rollo full in the face, by way

op down so that he could see every thing all around him, and of the brilliant windows of the shops, the multitudes of ladies and gentlemen taking their coffee at the little round tables on the sidewalk in front of the coffee saloon

ut and tell mother that I am not goin

ut them with him. Jennie sat up in the bed, leaning back against the pillows and bolsters, and Rollo sat in a large and very comfortable arm chair, which he had brought up for this purpose to the bedside. The books lay on a monstrous square pillow of down, half as large as the bed itself, which, according to the French fashion, is always placed on

t many different places, and that I might go with him if I chose, though he supposed that m

id you go to?"

ly they make things by hand, in private shops, and not in great manufactories, by machinery. Uncle George says there must be as much as eight or ten square miles of these shops i

ake in the shop

he wall next the street. We walked along through several streets and looked at these specimens. There were purses, and fringes, and watches, and gold and silver

such things in the shop windows in th

d I went to see are where they make them. We went to one place where they were making artificial flower

ing me home some of

Rollo. "I did not think to a

e had seen enough, we went to the Louvre to see the pa

ord very much as if it

d Jennie. "Did a bu

day carry their babies to this place in the morning, and leave them there to be taken care of, and then come and get them at night. The

ll crying?"

ry cradle had a baby in it. Some were stretching their arms, and some were opening their eyes, and some were trying to get up. As fast as the

go and see the

. The nuns like to have people come. They keep every th

rock?" ask

were up so high from the floor that they could not be made to rock

you go next?"

ings. It is a quarter of a mile long, and the walls are c

windows are, I sup

re up high in the ceiling, for the room is very lofty. There is room for tw

res very pretty

des, all carved and gilded most magnificently, and an immense staircase of marble, wide enough for an army to go up and down. There were several large

copying the paintings," continued Rollo. "Some were girls, and so

a boy could learn to pai

nd I am growing to be pretty large. Besides, they have excellent schools

one of our schoo

ross the court to a great door, where a man came to show us the rooms. There were a great many elegant staircases, and passage ways,

dents there?"

he room where they worked, and we

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subject, each one according to his own ideas. We saw the paintings that they had made. There were twenty or t

e subject?"

in a secluded situation, the roots partly denuded by an inundation

have an old chestnut tre

were cows in the foreground of them all. But the forms of the trees, and the posit

e to see them

ce we walked along on the quay by the side of the ri

etty place?"

r gardens; and in others there was a wall along the water, with boys sitting on the edge of it, fishing. Presently we came to a place where there was an opening in the parapet and stairs to go down to the water. You go down two or three steps first, and then th

d he say?" a

aris in fishing in the Seine would be perfectly preposterous. He said

every hour?" e

rs, and that he will not have more than one hundred days, probably, from the time of his landing in England to the time of his sailing again. That makes it about eight dollars a day. Now, there are not more

fishing apparatus; and if I found that it was different from that wh

you?" ask

put up in a piece of French newspaper. He unrolled this parcel and showed Jennie what it cont

g of wire when I get to America. I did not buy a hoop, because it w

," continued Rollo. "I bought tw

cork upon the end of a quill. The corks were red, touched

ie several large-sized shot, each of which had a cleft in the side of it for putting in the line. The intention was that the lead should be close

ishes with," said Jennie, "be

eep the mouth of the net open, and then fasten it to the end of a long handle. Then you stand on th

nie, "that is a

," said Rollo, "and carry him home, and then you

, "I wish you woul

go down by the river again some day,

ou don't get another, I can lend you

ackle again, and then Jennie

land in the river, where there was a great cathedral church, which uncle George said he wished to see. It was the Church of Notre Dame.

o in?" ask

oor, with a string of beads in her hands, counting them. There were two or three other old women there, knitting. I could not see much of the inside of th

" said Jennie. "I should thin

of the ceiling seemed like a stone sky. There were so many pillars to keep up this roof, that, when we first went

ittle chapels along the sides of it, and curious images sculptured in stone, and people doing curious thin

ngreg

and there was a congregation there, sitting in chairs. Some were kneeling in chairs, and some

reaching to the

e a little while, and then we came away. We walked along to another part of the church, and at length we came to another enclosure, where a great m

you do next?

it stood on the place where a famous old castle and prison used to stand in former times, called the Bastile. He said that the people made an insurrection and battered the old prison down, because the government was so cruel in shutting up innocent prisoners in it. They built fires agai

, too," s

ontinued Rollo, "and made this tall bronze column in its pl

uld blow down in a hi

fastened there; but uncle George said he was too tired. So we came away. In fact, I was very willing to come away, for I

ou go?" as

was trying to get them to give fifteen sous to see him shut himself up in a small box. The box was on t

as it?" as

actly," said Rollo.

ng her two hands a few inches apart, so as to in

was only a little smaller than you would think a man could get i

E ON THE B

nt of the woman was the box. In front of the box was the man, who stood there, generally, telling what he was going to do, and calling upon the people to throw in their sous. In front of the man was a carpet, on the pavement, and in the middle of the carpet a tin plate. From time to time the people w

r the box, so that he might shut the cover down when the man was in. The man then stepped into the box. The upper edge of it was not higher than his kn

. He observed that Jennie was very still,

answer. She w

ring the end of the story. However, the soldier

the end, he might as well finish the