ng?" asked Jennie.

"O, no," said Rollo, "they were all still. When we went in they were all
just waking up. The nuns put them to sleep all at the same time. Every
cradle had a baby in it. Some were stretching their arms, and some were
opening their eyes, and some were trying to get up. As fast as they got
wide awake, the nuns would take them up and put them on the floor, at a
place where there was a carpet for them to creep upon and play."

"I wish I could go and see them," said Jennie.

"You can," replied Rollo. "Any body can go and see them. The nuns like
to have people come. They keep every thing very white and nice. The
cradles were very pretty."

"Did they rock?" asked Jennie.

"No," replied Rollo; "they were made to swing, and not to rock. They
were up so high from the floor that they could not be made to rock very
well. We stayed some time in this place, and then we went away."

"And where did you go next?" asked Jennie.

"We went to the Louvre to see the famous gallery of paintings. It is a
quarter of a mile long, and the walls are covered with paintings on both
sides, the whole distance."

"Except where the windows are, I suppose," said Jennie.

"No," replied Rollo, "there are no interruptions for windows. The
windows are up high in the ceiling, for the room is very lofty. There is
room for two or three rows of paintings below the windows. It is a
splendid long room."

"Were the pictures very pretty?" asked Jennie.

"Not very," said Rollo. "At least, I did not think so; but uncle George
told me it was a very famous gallery. There were a great many other
rooms besides, all carved and gilded most magnificently, and an immense
staircase of marble, wide enough for an army to go up and down. There
were several large rooms, too, full of ancient marble statues; but I did
not like them very much. They looked very dark and dingy. The paintings
were prettier than they.

"There were a great many persons in the painting gallery at work copying
the paintings," continued Rollo. "Some were girls, and some were young
men. There was one boy there not much bigger than I."

"I don't see how so small a boy could learn to paint so well," said
Jennie.

"Why, he was not so very small," said Rollo. "He was bigger than I am,
and I am growing to be pretty large. Besides, they have excellent
schools here where they learn to draw and to paint. We went to see one
of them."

"Did it look like one of our schools?" asked J