ral curves of drooping branches, or the rise and fall of some great fountain.
"We shall not see any thing finer than this, I'm sure. It's a perfect revelation to me," said Matilda, in a calm rapture at the beauty all about her.
"This is a pious-feeling church, and I could say my prayers here with all my soul; for it seems as if the religion of centuries had got built into it," added Lavinia, thinking of the ugly imitations at home.
"You will both turn Catholic before we get through," prophesied Amanda, retiring to study the tomb of Berengaria, Cœur de Lion's wife.
The square before the hotel was gay with a market, many soldiers lounging about, and flocks of people eating ices before the cafés. The ladies enjoyed it from the balcony, and then slumbered peacefully in a great room with three alcoves, much muslin drapery, and a bowl and pitcher like a good-sized cup and saucer.
Another look at the cathedral in the early morning, and then away to Tours, which place they found a big, clean, handsome city, all astir for the Fête-Dieu.
"We will stay over Sunday and see it," was the