"It is lovely," said Elise; "but I expect we"ll get tired of hotel life and be glad to have a home of our own."
"Very likely," said Patty, with a little sigh of content; "but I shall be perfectly happy wherever we are."
"I believe you will, Patty," said Elise, laughing; "you love this beautiful place, but if it hadn"t been half as pretty, you would have made just as much fuss over it."
"I know it," said Patty, rather apologetically; "but I can"t help it, Elise. I seem to be made that way. When I like anything, you know, I enjoy it just as much as I possibly can, and that"s all I can do, anyway."
The room which the two girls were to share was a large double-bedded apartment, with dressing rooms and bath adjoining. It was perfect in every detail of comfort and luxury as well as beauty, but when Lisette came in to a.s.sist the girls in dressing for dinner she found them both hanging out of the front windows gazing at the Vendome Column.
However, they expressed themselves as quite ready to prepare for dinner, and after doning pretty light costumes, they joined Mr. and Mrs. Farrington, and went down to the dining-room.
The dining-room proper of the hotel was an indoor apartment, but all through the summer the guests were accustomed to dine under the open sky, at small tables in the garden.
Owing to an unusually late season, it was still warm enough to dine outside, and when Patty saw the scene in the garden she thought Paris was fairyland indeed. Though called a garden, it was really a stone-paved court, but all round its edge on two sides were large old trees with gnarled and twisted trunks and thick foliage of glossy green. Under the trees were flower-beds full of blossoming plants, and in the branches of the trees themselves were hung vari-coloured globes of electric lights about the size of an orange. The effect of these brilliant spheres in the dark trees was as beautiful as it was unusual, and the scene was further made bright by arches and festoons of brilliant coloured lights, which crossed and twined above their heads in every direction. At the end of the garden was an immense fountain surrounded by statues, and playing many jets of water, which flashed and sparkled in the light.
Around two sides of the garden ran the verandas of the hotel, and the diners could sit on these verandas or out in the open, as they preferred.
The gay scene was completed by the throngs of people; the French women in their dainty costumes, the French men with their correct garb and demeanour, as well as a good sprinkling of strangers from other countries.
So interested was Patty in looking at it all that she declared she didn"t want a thing to eat. But when the choice selections of French cookery were placed before her, she changed her mind and did full justice to the repast.
After dinner they sat for a short time in the drawing-room, and then Mr. Farrington declared they must all go to rest, as he had planned a busy day for them on the morrow.
CHAPTER X
SIGHTSEEING
They rose next morning to find a perfect autumn day awaiting them. To Patty"s surprise, dainty breakfast trays were brought to their bedsides.
"It is the custom of the country," Elise explained; "n.o.body ever goes downstairs to breakfast in Paris."
"It"s a custom that suits me well enough--at least, what there is of it. I"m free to confess that this rather smallish cup of chocolate and two not very large rolls and a tiny bit of b.u.t.ter do not seem to me all that a healthy appet.i.te can desire."
"I"m afraid you"re an incorrigible American," said Elise, laughing.
"Now, this little spread is ample for me, but I dare say you can have more if you want it."
"No indeed," said Patty; "when I"m in Paris, I"ll do as the Romans do, even if I starve."
But Patty didn"t starve, for it was not long before Mr. Farrington sent word that the girls were to come downstairs as soon as possible, equipped for a drive.
But before the drive he insisted that they should eat a good and substantial breakfast, as he wanted them to put in a long morning sightseeing.
Mrs. Farrington had concluded not to go with them, as she was resting after her journey, and, moreover, the sights were not such a novelty to her as they would be to the young people.
So when they were all ready to start they found an automobile at the door, waiting for them.
"This is the most comfortable way to see Paris," said Mr. Farrington as they got in. "I have taken this car for a week on trial, and if it proves satisfactory we can keep it all winter."
A chauffeur drove the car, and Mr. Farrington sat in the tonneau between the two girls, that he might point out to them the places of interest.
If Patty had thought Paris beautiful by night she thought it even more so in the clear, bright sunshine. There is no sunshine in the world quite so clearly bright as that of Paris, or at least it seems so.
"I want you to get the princ.i.p.al locations fixed in your minds," said Mr. Farrington, "so now, as you see, we are starting from the Place Vendome, going straight down the short Rue Castiglione to the Rue de Rivoli. Now, we have reached the corner, and we turn into the Rue de Rivoli. This is a beautiful street, crowded with shops on one side, and on the other side at this point you see the garden of the Tuileries. We turn to the right and go directly to the Place de la Concorde. As we reach it you may see to the right, up through the Rue Royale, the Church of the Madeleine. That is one of the most beautiful of the Paris churches, and you shall visit it, of course, but not now. To-day I want you to get merely a birdseye view, a sort of general idea of locations.
But here we are in the Place de la Concorde. The Obelisk, which you see in the centre, was brought from Egypt many years ago. It is very like our own Obelisk in Central Park, and also Cleopatra"s needle in London.
From here we turn into one of the most beautiful avenues in the world, the Champs Elysees. This avenue extends from the Place de la Concorde to the Arc de Triomphe. Viewing it as we do now, rolling along this perfect road in a motor car--or automobile, as we must learn to call it while in France--you are taking, no doubt, one of the most perfect rides in the world. The full name of the arch is Arc de Triomphe de l"Etoile. This means a star, and it is called thus because it is a centre from which radiate no less than a dozen beautiful avenues. We will drive slowly round the arch, that you may see its general beauty, but we will not now stop to examine it closely."
"It is so different," exclaimed Patty, "to see these things in reality, or to study about them in history. I"ve seen pictures of this arch lots of times, but it never seemed before as if it were a real thing. Isn"t it beautiful! I think I could spend a whole day looking at it."
Patty"s love of the beautiful was intuitive and all embracing. She knew little of architecture or sculpture technically, but the sublime majesty and imposing grandeur of the n.o.ble arch impressed her, as it does all true beauty lovers.
"The continuation of the Champs Elysees beyond the arch," went on Mr.
Farrington, "changes its name and becomes the Avenue de la Grand Armee.
But we will not continue along that way at present, but take the next avenue to the left, which is the Avenue du Bois de Boulogne."
"Why, I thought that was a forest," said Patty; "is it a street?"
"It"s an avenue," replied Mr. Farrington, "and it leads to the forest, or rather park, which is called the Bois de Boulogne. We can take only a short drive into the park, but you may see a few of the beautiful chateaus, which are the homes of the wealthy or aristocratic French people. You will not meet many equipages at this hour in the morning, but late in the afternoon there is a continuous stream of fine turnouts of all sorts. There are many, many places of interest in the Bois, but as we have all winter in which to visit them, we will content ourselves to-day with a brief visit."
"It begins to look," said Patty, "as if even a whole winter would be all too short to see the beauties and glories of this wonderful Paris."
"Indeed, it would be too short to see everything of interest, but I can a.s.sure you, my child, that with an automobile and some idea of systematic sightseeing we can do a great deal even in one winter."
Mr. Farrington pointed out various prominent buildings as they pa.s.sed them, and then, turning round, went back to the city. A swift ride about Paris showed to the girls such interesting places as the Louvre, and the Hotel de Ville, the Place de la Bastile, the Hotel des Invalides, the Pantheon, and the Church of Notre-Dame.
At the last named Mr. Farrington proposed that they get out and make a short visit to the cathedral.
They did so, and both Patty and Elise were much impressed by the n.o.ble beauty of the interior.
As they pa.s.sed around the church Patty noticed a little Frenchwoman, who seemed to be selling candles. The candles were of an unusual type-long, slender and very tapering. It occurred to Patty that she would like to take some home to Nan, as they would be most effective in an odd bra.s.s candlestick which was one of Nan"s chief treasures. The candlestick had seven branches, and as her French seemed to desert her at the critical moment, Patty indicated her wants by holding up seven fingers, pointing to the candles and then taking out her purse.
The Frenchwoman seemed to understand, and began counting out seven candles. Patty looked anxiously after Mr. Farrington and Elise, who had gone on ahead, not noticing that Patty had stopped. But she knew she could soon catch up to them if only she could get her candles and manage to pay for them in the confusing and unfamiliar French money. As she was counting out the change, greatly to her surprise, the Frenchwoman lighted her seven candles, one after the other. Patty exclaimed in dismay, wondering if she did it to test their wicks, or what could be the reason. But even as she watched her the woman placed the candles, all seven of them, in a sort of a branched candlestick on the wall above her head.
"Non! Non!" cried Patty; "they are MINE, MINE! comprenez-vous? Mine!"
"Oui, oui, oui," exclaimed the Frenchwoman, nodding her head complacently, and taking Patty"s money, which she put in a box on the table before her.
"But I want them!" cried Patty. "I want to take them away with me!"
Still the woman smiled amiably, and Patty realised she was not understanding a word. But all Patty"s French, and it was not very much at best, seemed to fly out of her head and she could not even think how to say, "I wish to take them away with me." So seeing nothing else to do, she cut the Gordian knot of her dilemma by reaching up and taking the candles from the sockets. She blew them out, and holding them in a bundle, said pleasantly, "Papier?" having thought of a French word at last that expressed what she wished.
The woman looked at her in amazement, as if she had done something wrong, and poor Patty was thoroughly perplexed.
"Why, I bought them," she exclaimed, forgetting the Frenchwoman could not understand her, "and I paid you for them, and now they"re mine, And I"m going to take them away. If you won"t give me any paper to wrap them in, I"ll carry them as they are. Eon jour!"
But by this time Mr. Farrington and Elise had returned in search of their missing comrade, and Patty appealed to Mr. Farrington, explaining that she had purchased the candles.