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"Where to ?" asked the coachman of the young man.
"Well, citizen," was the smiling response, "if I knew that, all would be well.

But that is just what I don't know; and the little countess, here, who has strayed from her home, can't remember the street, nor the number of the house, in which she lives.

She can only remember that her mama's palace is on a square in which there is a fountain.

We must therefore visit all the fountains in turn until we find the right one." The coachman made no further inquiries, but climbed to the box, and drove off in quest of the fountains of Paris.
Two fountains were visited, but neither of them proved to be the right one.