CHAPTER II.
FROM THE SAME TO THE SAME.
September 16th.
Since I last wrote to you I have left that hotel, and come to live in a French family.

It's a kind of boarding-house combined with a kind of school; only it's not like an American hoarding-house, nor like an American school either.

There are four or five people here that have come to learn the language--not to take lessons, but to have an opportunity for conversation.

I was very glad to come to such a place, for I had begun to realise that I was not making much progress with the French.

It seemed to me that I should feel ashamed to have spent two months in Paris, and not to have acquired more insight into the language.
I had always heard so much of French conversation, and I found I was having no more opportunity to practise it than if I had remained at Bangor.