The Republic rallied round Mr.Hinkson's leg, while the Dominion with much dignity supported Mr.Pabbley.As momma said, human nature is perfectly extraordinary.
For the rest of the journey to Versailles there was hardly any international conversation.

Mr.Hinkson tied his handkerchief round his neck, and the Canadians tried to look as if they had no objection.

We passed through the villages of Montretout and Buze.

I know we did because momma took down the names, but I fancy they couldn't have differed much from the general landscape, for I don't remember a thing about them.

The Misses Bingham came and sat next us at luncheon, which flattered both momma and me immensely, though the Senator didn't seem able to see where the distinction came in, and during this meal they pointed out the fact that Mr.Hinkson was drinking lemonade with his roast mutton, and asked us how we _could_ travel with such a combination.