id. I liked to see them all."

"What places did you go to?" asked Jennie.

"Why, first we went to see the workshops. I did not know before that
there were so many. Uncle George says that Paris is one of the greatest
manufacturing places in the world; only they make things by hand, in
private shops, and not in great manufactories, by machinery. Uncle
George says there must be as much as eight or ten square miles of these
shops in Paris. They are piled up to six or eight stories high. Some of
the streets look like ranges of chalky cliffs facing each other, such as
we see at some places on the sea shore."

"What do they make in the shops?" asked Jennie.

"O, all sorts of curious and beautiful things. They have specimens of
the things that they make up, put up, like pictures in a frame, in
little glass cases, on the wall next the street. We walked along through
several streets and looked at these specimens. There were purses, and
fringes, and watches, and gold and silver chains, and beautiful
portemonnaies, and clocks, and jewelry of all kinds, and ribbons, and
opera glasses, and dressing cases, and every thing you can think of."

"Yes," said Jennie, "I have seen all such things in the shop windows in
the Palais Royal and in the Boulevards."

"Ah, those are the shops where they sell the things," said Rollo; "but
these shops that uncle George and I went to see are where they make
them. We went to one place where they were making artificial flowers,
and such beautiful things you never saw. The rooms were full of girls,
all making artificial flowers."

"Why did not you bring me home some of them?" asked Jennie.

"Why--I don't know," replied Rollo. "I did not think to ask if I could
buy any of them.

"Then, after we had gone about in the workshops till we had seen enough,
we went to the Louvre to see the paintings; though on the way we stopped
to see a _creche_."

Rollo pronounced the word very much as if it had been spelled crash.

"A crash!" exclaimed Jennie. "Did a building tumble down?"

"O, no," said Rollo, "it was not that. It was a place where they keep a
great many babies. The poor women who have to go out to work all day
carry their babies to this place in the morning, and leave them there to
be taken care of, and then come and get them at night. There are some
nuns there, dressed all in white, to take care of the babies. They put
them in high cradles that stand all around the room."

"Were they all cryi