PART 2
31. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
 (continued)
Well, we were hardly settled here, when he turned up again, 
 saying he had come for a holiday, and was going to Switzerland.
 Aunt looked sober at first, but he was so cool about it she
 couldn't say a word.  And now we get on nicely, and are very
 glad he came, for he speaks French like a native, and I don't
 know what we should do without him.  Uncle doesn't know ten
 words, and insists on talking English very loud, as if it
 would make people understand him.  Aunt's pronunciation is
 old-fashioned, and Flo and I, though we flattered ourselves
 that we knew a good deal, find we don't, and are very grateful
 to have Fred do the `parley vooing', as Uncle calls it. 
Such delightful times as we are having!  Sight-seeing from
 morning till night, stopping for nice lunches in the gay cafes, 
 and meeting with all sorts of droll adventures.  Rainy days I
 spend in the Louvre, revelling in pictures.  Jo would turn up
 her naughty nose at some of the finest, because she has no
 soul for art, but I have, and I'm cultivation eye and taste
 as fast as I can.  She would like the relics of great people
 better, for I've seen her Napoleon's cocked hat and gray
 coat, his baby's cradle and his old toothbrush, also Marie
 Antoinette's little shoe, the ring of Saint Denis, Charlemagne's
 sword, and many other interesting things.  I'll talk for hours
 about them when I come, but haven't time to write. 
The Palais Royale is a heavenly place, so full of bijouterie
 and lovely things that I'm nearly distracted because I can't
 buy them.  Fred wanted to get me some, but of course I didn't
 allow it.  Then the Bois and Champs Elysees are tres magnifique.
 I've seen the imperial family several times, the emperor an ugly, 
 hard-looking man, the empress pale and pretty, but dressed in
 bad taste, I thought--purple dress, green hat, and yellow gloves.
 Little Nap is a handsome boy, who sits chatting to his tutor, 
 and kissed his hand to the people as he passes in his four-horse
 barouche, with postilions in red satin jackets and a mounted
 guard before and behind. 
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