He had only one criticism--there was no smoking-room.

We had a slight difficulty with momma at the second story--she did not wish to change her elevator.

Inside she said she felt perfectly secure, but the tower itself she knew _must_ waggle at that height when once you stepped out.

In the end, however, we persuaded her not to go down before she had made the ascent, and she rose to the top with her eyes shut.

When we finally got out, however, the sight of numbers of young ladies selling Eiffel Tower mementoes steadied her nerves.