re, so I think we'll _fahr_ right along _mit_ the _Bahn_. Come on!"
he called again to his cousin, "we must get aboard."

They went slowly along the platform to the train gate.

"They call Lindau the German Venice," he said, as they waited to pass
the gate, "but I don't think that it looks very Venetian; do you?"

She choked, because Venice began with V, and felt herself quite unable
to frame an answer to his question.

As every one but themselves seemed to have elected for the "Schiff,"
they found an entire wagon empty and spread their luggage out well. Jack
even went so far as to establish himself in solitary state in an
adjoining compartment, to the end that he might consider the proposition
of more sleep. Before the train was well under way the guard came
through, and past experience led Rosina to call through the connecting
door:

"Do ask him if we must change again."

"Do we change again?" he asked.

"_Wo fahren Sie hin?_"

"Zurich."

"You must change in Bregenz."

"We must change in Bregenz," Jack called out.

By that time the German Venice was well behind, and the train was
skirting the southern shore of the Bodensee. The sun was shining on the
waves, and the woods upon the banks were spattered with red and yellow.
And off to the north Constance was lying. Ah, Constance--the
Stadtgarten--Huss' Tower--the "Souvenir" of Vieuxtemps!

Rosina wept afresh.

"Oh, Ottillie," she sobbed, forlornly, "_que je suis malheureuse
aujourd'hui_!"

Ottillie opened her little bag and handed her mistress another fresh
handkerchief; it was the only way in which she could testify to her
devotion upon this especial day.

At Bregenz they descended, with the aid of a porter, at about half-past
two. As they left the train it was borne in upon them that this change
was not a change at all, but just another custom-house.

"What strange country have we run up against, I'd like to know!" Jack
asked in amazement; and then the black cocks' plumes in the _casquette_
of the _douanier_ revealed the information that he craved.

"How does Austria get to the Bodensee?" Rosina begged to know, having
seen the cocks' plumes as quickly as he had.

"I don't know," replied Jack, not at all pleased at the discovery as to
where they were. "It does seem as if every country in Europe has a
finger in this lake, though; or, if they haven't, they keep a
custom-house open on it just as a side line to their regular business."

The porter l