planned pleasures.

A place of especial interest was the carriage house, where are exhibited
the Royal State carriages.

As they were about to enter, Phil Marchbanks, who was ahead, turned
round with a look of comical dismay on his face.

"We can't go in," he said; "we can't fulfil their requirements!"

"What do you mean?" said Patty.

"Why here's a sign that says 'wet umbrellas must be left in the cloak
room.' You see, it's imperative,--and as we have no wet umbrellas to
leave in the cloak room, whatever shall we do?"

"Isn't it awful!" said Patty. "Of course, we can't go in if we don't
fulfil their laws. But it's a foolish law, and better broken than kept,
so I propose we march on in spite of it."

So they marched on and spent one of their pleasantest half hours
admiring the royal coaches.

The Coronation Carriage of Charles the X. pleased Patty most, especially
as it had been restored by Napoleon and bore the magic initial N. on its
regalia.

Mr. Farrington slyly volunteered the information that it stood for
Napoleon the Third, but Patty declared that she didn't care, as any
Napoleon was good enough for her.