eous shakes of the
head, in answer to all inquiries.

Tommy remembered his French lessons. Happy thought! He accosted a
servant, whose knowledge of the language he fancied might be as simple
as his own:--

"_Pardon, Monsieur, voulez-vous avez la bonte de m'indiquer un
valet-de-place?_"

"_Je ne comprends pas_," said he.

"_Je ne comprends pas_," said Tommy. "_Je ne puis pas trouver ma
chambre_," pointing upward. "_Voulez-vous m'indiquer quelqu'un qui
parle l'Anglais?_"

"_Je ne comprends pas._"

"_Ne comprenez-vous Francais?_" said Tommy.

The man's face wore a willing, but very puzzled expression.

Just then a girl with a happy face came out of one of the rooms.

"Do you speak"----

"Why, yes, of course I speak. I am very glad to meet you here. How
pleasant!"

[Illustration: "JE NE COMPRENDS PAS."]

It was Agnes, the young lady who had made herself so agreeable on the
steamer.

The next morning, after a chat with Agnes, Master Lewis said to
Tommy,--

"I think I will let you take a day to go where you like."

"Will you not let me go with you?" asked Agnes. "It is a fete day, or
some kind of Church festival, and I would like to go to that lovely
church of St. Eustache, where they have the finest organ and sweetest
chanting in the world. I know you will like it. It took a hundred
years to build the church. It is all just like fairy-land."

As Agnes had been reading the comedies of Moliere, the French
Shakspeare, she induced Tommy to attend her to the old Theatre
Francais, which was under the direction of the great dramatist for
many years, and where he was stricken down by death in the middle of a
play. It was not open for an exhibition at the hour of the visit, but
a courteous Frenchman took them through it, and related to Agnes some
pleasing anecdotes of Moliere.

The Class took many delightful walks along the clean streets and
charming boulevards, visiting churches, public buildings, statues, and
paintings. In one of the visits to a church Tommy was much amused by a
priest who, as the people were going out after some superb music,
pretended to be praying, but who, amid the noise and confusion, was
only making contortions of his face. Tommy went through the priest's
performance in dumb show when he returned to the hotel, for the
amusement of Agnes, but was checked by Master Lewis when he attempted
a similar imitation in one of the public rooms, lest some one might
mistake it for a want of revere