Patty?"

"Broadway does, but the other streets aren't so awfully light."

"Well, they're a lot lighter than they are over here. But Paris is the
worst of all. Why, I'm scared to be out after nightfall."

"If that's the case," said Mrs. Farrington, laughing, "we'd better be
starting now; and at any rate, it's high time my young charges were at
home. I hadn't expected Patty and Elise to indulge in quite such grown-
up gaieties as dining out here, but I hadn't the heart to refuse for
them your kind invitation."

Bert expressed his gratitude that Mrs. Farrington had made an exception
in his favour, and then the whole party started homeward.

When she reached there, Patty was so tired she could scarcely talk over
the pleasures of the day with Elise, and she tumbled into bed without so
much as a look at her beloved Vendome Column.

But the next day found the two girls entirely rested and quite ready for
more jaunting about.

But Mrs. Farrington declared that she could do no sightseeing that day,
as the somewhat fatiguing trip to Versailles made her quite contented to
rest quietly for a time.

So Patty employed her morning happily enough in writing letters home and
in arranging her post-card album.