"Yes, every Sunday and fête-days. Would you like to see my new
Paroissien? My god-father gave it to me on my last birthday."

"And is it always like to-day, with all the singing, and
music, and people?"

"Yes, always the same, only not always quite so grand, you
know, because to-day is a great fête. Why don't you go to
church always?"

"She is perhaps a little Protestant," suggested the father,
"and goes to the Temple. Is that not it, my child?"

"I do not know," said Madelon, bewildered; "I never went to
any Temple, and I never heard of Protestants. Papa never took
me to church; but then we do not live here, you know."

"But in other churches it is the same--everywhere," cries
Madame.

"What, in all the big churches in Paris, and everywhere?" said
Madelon. "I did not know; I never went into them, but I will
ask papa to take me there now." Then, recurring to her first
difficulty, she repeated, "But what do people go there for?"

"Mais--pour prier le bon Dieu!" said the good man.

"I do not understand," said Madelon, despairingly. "What does
that mean? What were the music and the lights for, and what