10. There was a little French boy in my carriage. He wore a black blouse
with a belt. His stockings were short, and did not come up to his
knickerbockers. He was rather pale, and his legs were very thin.

11. The boy was about Tom's age. He sat still, and held his father's
hand all the way. I don't think Tom would have done this; he thinks
himself too much of a man.

12. After a time we crossed a broad river, and came to the dull, dark
station of a large city. As we left it, I saw the tall spire of one of
the grandest churches in all the world.

13. On we went, past farms and villages and small towns, until at last
we reached Paris.

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3. IN PARIS.


[Illustration: In the Gardens.

(From the picture by Cyrus Cuneo, R.I.)]

1. Paris is a very grand and beautiful city. The French people say that
France is a great garden. They also say that the finest flowers in this
garden make up the nosegay which we call Paris.

2. A great river runs through Paris. All day long you can see little
steamboats darting to and fro on the river, like swallows. Near to the