So afraid I was of the fatigue for Wiedeman! But between the unfinished railroad and the diligence, there's a complication of risks of losing places just now, and we were forced to go the whole way in a breath or to hazard being three or four days on the road.

So we took the coupe and resigned ourselves, and poor little babe slept at night and laughed in the day, and came into Paris as fresh in spirit as if just alighted from the morning star, screaming out with delight at the shops! Think of that child! Upon the whole he has enjoyed our journey as much as any one of us, observing and admiring; though Robert and Wilson will have it that some of his admiration of the _scenery_ we passed through was pure affectation and acted out to copy ours.

He cried out, clasping his hands, that the mountains were 'due'-- meaning a great number.

His love of beautiful buildings, of churches especially, no one can doubt about.
When first he saw St.Mark's, he threw up his arms in wonder, and then, clasping them round Wilson's neck (she was carrying him), he kissed her in an ecstasy of joy.

And that was after a long day's journey, when most other children would have been tired and fretful.