"J'ai vecu moi-meme
comme un mendiant,
pour apprendre a des
mendiants a vivre comme
des hommes."


We sat a long time on the great marble pedestal, gazing into the
benevolent face, and reviewing the simple, self-sacrificing life of
the great educator, and then started on a tour of inspection.
After wandering through most of the shops, buying photographs and
mementoes, Salemina discovered that she had left the expensive
tumbler in one of them. After a long discussion as to whether
tumbler was masculine or feminine, and as to whether "Ai-je laisse
un verre ici?" or "Est-ce que j'ai laisse un verre ici?" was the
proper query, we retraced our steps, Salemina asking in one shop,
"Excusez-moi, je vous prie, mais ai-je laisse un verre ici?",--and
I in the next, "Je demands pardon, Madame, est-ce que j'ai laisse
un verre dans ce magasin-ci?--J'en ai perdu un, somewhere."
Finally we found it, and in response not to mine but to Salemina's
question, so that she was superior and obnoxious for several
minutes.

Our next point of interest was the old castle, which is still a
public school. Finding the caretaker, we visited first the museum
and library--a small collection of curiosities, books, and
mementoes, various portraits of Pestalozzi and his wife,
manuscripts and so forth. The simple-hearted woman who did the