He is charmed with Paris, and its magnificent Punches, and roundabouts, and balloons--which last he says, looking up after them gravely, 'go to God.' The child has curious ideas about theology already.

He is of opinion that God 'lives among the birds.' He has taken to calling himself '_Peninni_,'[3] which sounds something like a fairy's name, though he means it for 'Wiedeman.' Robert is in good spirits, and inclined to like Paris increasingly.

Do you know I think you have an idea in England that you monopolise comforts, and I, for one, can't admit it.

These snug 'apartments' exclude the draughty passages and staircases, which threaten your life every time that you run to your bedroom for a pocket-handkerchief in England.

I much prefer the Continental houses to the English ones, both for winter and summer, on this account.
So glad I am that you are nearly at the end of your work.