saying.

"Dear me!" said he; "I wish that every body would talk either French or
English."

As soon as the students had passed on into the inn Rollo heard another
carriage coming. He looked and found that it was a _char a banc_. A char
a banc is a small, one-horse carriage, which looks upon the outside very
much like what is called a carryall in America, only it is much
narrower. It differs very much, however, from a carryall within; for it
has only a seat for two persons, and that is placed sideways, with the
end to the horses. You ride in it, therefore, sideways, as you do in an
omnibus, only in an omnibus there are two seats, one on each side, and
the door is at the end; whereas in the char a banc there is a seat only
on one side, and the door is opposite to it on the other. The seat is
large and comfortable, being very much like a short sofa. Some people,
therefore, describe a char a banc as a sofa placed endwise on wheels.

The char a banc stopped before the door of the hotel; and the coachman,
getting down from his seat in front, opened the door. A very
dignified-looking gentleman stepped out; and, after standing a moment on
the piazza to give some directions about his portmanteau, he went into
the office of the hotel.

Rollo, looking down from the window of his uncle George's room, could
see all these things very plainly; for the roof which protected the
piazza from the rain was up at the top of the hotel, and therefore did
not interfere with his view.

After having made the above-described observations from the window,
Rollo began to think that he would like to go down below to the door,
where he thought he could see what was going on to better advantage.

"Uncle George," said he, "when are you going down to breakfast?"

"In about half an hour," said Mr. George. "I have got another letter to
write."

"Then I believe I will go down now," said Rollo, "and wait there till
you come."

"Very well," said Mr. George; "and please order breakfast, and then it
will be all ready when I get my letter finished."

"What shall I order?" asked Rollo.

"I don't know," said Mr. George. "I don't know what it is the fashion to
have for breakfast here. Ask them what they have got, and then choose
for yourself and me."

So Rollo, putting on his cap, went down stairs.

He stood for a little time on the piazza, looking at the strange dresses
of the people that were sitting or standing there and listening to the
outlan