over the fences in a surprising manner. These and
similar performances continued until near five o'clock, and then the
immense assembly broke up, and the people, some in carriages and some on
foot, moved away over the various roads and avenues which diverge from
the Star.

Rollo and his father got into their carriage, which had been waiting for
them all this time, and passing the Triumphal Arch, they entered the
Grand Avenue of the Elysian Fields, on their return to the city.

They descended the slope which led down to the Round Point at a rapid
rate. Here, after passing the Round Point, the road became level, and
the region of groves and booths, and of games and frolicking, began.

"Now," said Rollo, "I should like to drive slowly, so that, if I come to
any thing that I wish to get out and see, I can see it."

"Very well," said his father; "give Alfred your orders."

"Alfred," said Rollo, "draw up as near as you can to the sidewalk on the
right hand, and walk the horses, so that I can see what there is."

"And in the mean time," said Mr. Holiday, "I will read my papers."

So Mr. Holiday took his newspapers out of his pocket and began to read
them, while Rollo, standing up in the carriage, began to survey the
crowd that filled the walks and groves that bordered the avenue, in
order to select some object of attraction to be examined more closely.

"Only I wish, father," said Rollo, "that I had somebody here with me to
go and see the things--Jennie or Carlos. I wish Carlos was here."

"It is very easy to go and get him," said his father, with his eyes
still on his newspaper.

"May I?" said Rollo.

"Any thing you please," said Mr. Holiday. "You are in command this
afternoon. You may give Alfred any orders you please."

"Then, Alfred," said Rollo, "drive to the Hotel Louvois as fast as you
can."

As he said this, Mr. Holiday folded up his paper and Rollo took his
seat, while Alfred, turning the horses away from the sidewalk, set them
to trotting briskly along the avenue.

"Only, father," said Rollo, "I shall prevent your reading your papers."

"No matter for that," said Mr. Holiday. "I shall like a good brisk ride
along the Boulevards quite as well."

The horses, kept always by Alfred in the very best condition, trotted
forward at a rapid rate, leaving scores of omnibuses, cabs, and
citadines behind, and keeping pace with the splendid chariots of the
French and English aristocracy that thronged the avenue