Let us walk round and pick out the places of interest he's most likely to expect to catch us on, and look at them separately.

I should hate to think I wasn't telling the truth about a thing like that." We walked round and specifically observed the "Ecole des Beaux Arts," the "Palais d'Industrie," "Liberty Enlightening the World," and other objects, poppa carefully noting against each of them "seen from Eiffel Tower." As we made our way to the river side we noticed four other people, two ladies and two gentlemen, looking at the military balloon hanging over Meudon.

They all had their backs to us, and there was to me something dissimilarly familiar about three of those backs.

While I was trying to analyse it one of the gentlemen turned, and caught sight of poppa.

In another instant the highest elevation yet made by engineering skill was the scene of three impetuous American handclasps, and four impulsive American voices were saying, "Why how _do_ you do!" The gentleman was Mr.Richard Dod of Chicago, known to our family without interruption since he wore long clothes.