dinner,--whether we can get back to Geneva to-night, whether it's a
fast or a slow train, and what time it gets there,--whether the
methods of Pestalozzi are still maintained,--whether they know
anything about Froebel,--whether they know what a kindergarten is,
and whether they have one in the village. Some of these questions
will be quite difficult even for you."

Well, the monument was not difficult to find, at all events. We
accosted two or three small boys and demanded boldly of one of
them, "Ou est le monument de Pestalozzi, s'il vous plait?"

He shrugged his shoulders like an American small boy and said
vacantly, "Je ne sais pas."

"Of course he does know," said Salemina; "he means to be
disagreeable; or else 'monument' isn't monument."

"Well," I answered, "there is a monument in the distance, and there
cannot be two in this village."

Sure enough it was the very one we sought. It stands in a little
open place quite "in the business heart of the city,"--as we should
say in America, and is an exceedingly fine and impressive bit of
sculpture. The group of three figures is in bronze and was done by
M. Gruet of Paris.

The modelling is strong, the expression of Pestalozzi benign and
sweet, and the trusting upturned faces of the children equally
genuine and attractive.