ted charger on the topmost
point of a seven-story building. The Cathedral, with its tall sculptured
tower, was no doubt an architectural marvel. A brief visit was made to
the art gallery, "full of Ruben's fat women," as Uncle Gilbert expressed
it.

"'Anvers,'" read the minister from a post-card. "I thought this was
Antwerp?"

"Antwerp is the English of it," explained Uncle Gilbert.

"Well, I think names--names of cities and countries, at least, should be
the same in all languages. At any rate, they could be spelled alike. If
this town is Anvers, why not call it that?"

Sunday evening brought the party to Brussels, or Bruxelles, in the
original. The life and gaity of the city were in full swing, and most of
the shops were doing their usual business. Uncle Gilbert did not want to
remain long, but Lucy said she wished to visit the battle-field of
Waterloo, and one or two points of interest in the city. So the evening
and the next day were consumed. The battle-field is reached by train
from the city. From the Waterloo station, there is a mile or two of
walking or riding in carriages to the immediate field of battle. A great
pyramid of earth covered with grass to its summit marks the spot where
the conflict raged the fiercest. From the top of this monument a fine
view is had. What was once a bloody battle-field was that day decked
with growing fields, dotted with feeding kine. Lucy had again to be
denied the pleasure of the view from the top. She sat in the wagon below
and got what she could from the man who had been left with the horses.
It was all very interesting, but Lucy was so tired when they got back to
the hotel that she could not see more of Brussels.

Next morning they went on to Paris. All but Chester had been in this gay
city before. The weather was getting quite warm, so the two brothers did
not care to follow the strenuous pace set by Chester in his sight
seeing. During the heat of the day they kept quietly within their rooms
or strolled leisurely along the shaded boulevards. Chester, by promising
to take the utmost care of Lucy, was permitted to take her with him to
visit some of the sights. She knew enough French to make herself fairly
well understood, and that was a great help.

So these two rode and rambled about Paris for nearly a week, sometimes
with the father, sometimes with Uncle Gilbert, but more often by
themselves. The days were fine. The parks and boulevards were gay with
people. They made p