Yes, Mummie dear, I thoroughly like Paris.

I'm only sorry we have to leave it so soon." The train for Rome was to start at nine o'clock in the evening, and immediately after dinner the Beverleys made their way to the station.

It would be a thirty-eight hour journey, and they had engaged two sleeping compartments, _wagon-lits_ as they are called on the Continental express.

Mrs.Beverley and Irene were to share one, and Mr.Beverley and Vincent the other.

The beds were arranged like berths on board ship, and Irene, who occupied the upper one, found, much to her amusement, a little ladder placed in readiness for her climb aloft.
"I don't need to use _that_!" she exclaimed, scrambling up with the agility gained in her school gymnasium.