"The cross lady won't be boxed up with them at any rate," said Irene.

"I saw her get in lower down the train." It was dark when they arrived in Paris, so Irene had only a confused impression of an immense railway station, of porters in blue blouses, of a babel of noise and shouting in a foreign language which seemed quite different from the French she had learned at school, of clinging very closely to Father's arm, of a drive through lighted streets, of a hotel where dinner was served in a salon surrounded by big mirrors, then bed, which seemed the best thing in the world, for she was almost too weary to keep her eyes open.
"If every day is going to be like this we shall be tired out by the time we reach Naples," she thought, as she sank down on her pillow.
"Traveling is the limit." Eleven hours of sleep, however, made a vast difference in her attitude towards their long journey.

When she came downstairs next morning she was all eagerness to see Paris.
"We have the whole day here," said Mrs.Beverley, "so we may as well get as much out of it as we can.

Daddy has business appointments to keep, but you and I and Vin, Renie, will take a taxi and have a look at some of the sights, won't we ?" "Rather!" agreed the young people, hurrying over their coffee and rolls.
"I wouldn't miss Paris for worlds," added Vincent; "only don't spend the whole time inside shops, Mater.

That's all this fellow bargains for." "We'll compromise and make it half and half," laughed Mother.
A single day is very brief space in which to see the beauties of Paris, but the Beverleys managed to fit a great deal into it, and to include among their activities a peep at the Louvre, a drive in the Bois de Boulogne, a visit to Napoleon's Tomb, half an hour in a cinema, and a rush through several of the finest and largest shops.
"It's different from London--quite!" decided Irene, at the end of the jaunt.