Maybe Howell has found something equally interesting." "I certainly hope so," said Lloyd, running on to their rooms at the end of the hall.

The casement window in her room looked out over a broad bouleyard, down the middle of which went a double row of trees, shading a strip of grass, where benches were set at intervals.
Lloyd leaned out to look and listen.

A company of soldiers was marching up the street in the gay red and blue of their French uniforms, to the music of a band.

A group of girls from a convent school passed by.

Then some nuns.