whatever to keep the ball from rolling off the plane--nothing but a
narrow plank ascending continually, and winding in a spiral manner
around the mast. This experiment it was quite frightful to see. Several
of the children who were sitting near Mr. George's party began to cry,
saying, "O, he will fall--he will fall!" In fact, Jennie could not bear
to look at him, and so she shut her eyes; and even Mrs. Holiday looked
another way. But Rollo watched it through, and saw the man go on up to
the very top of the mast, and stand there on his ball on the top, forty
feet above the ground, with his hands extended in triumph. After
remaining there a short time, he came down as he had gone up; and when
he reached the ground, he rolled his ball along, keeping on it all the
time, till he came to a chariot which was waiting to receive him. He
stepped from the ball off to the chariot, and was then driven all around
the ring, being received every where, as he passed, with the
acclamations of the spectators.

CHAPTER VII.

CARLOS.

One morning, just after breakfast, when Rollo and Jennie were sitting at
the window of their hotel, looking at a band of about forty drummers
that were arranging themselves on the Asphaltum, in the Place Vendome,
in front of the column, preparatory to an exercise of practice on their
instrument, Mr. George came into the room. Mr. George took up a
newspaper which was lying upon the table, and, seating himself in a
large arm chair which was near, he read from it for a few minutes, and
then, laying down the paper, said,--

"Rollo, how do you pronounce L-o-u-v-o-i-s?"

Mr. George did not speak the word, but spelled it letter by letter.

"I don't know," said Rollo.

"Because," said Mr. George, "that is the name of the hotel where I have
gone."

"What made you go away from this hotel, uncle George?" asked Jennie.
"Didn't you like it?"

"Yes," replied Mr. George, "I liked it very much. But I wanted to change
the scene. I had become very familiar with every thing in this part of
the city, and with the modes of life in this hotel. So I thought I would
change, and go to some other quarter of the city, where I could see
Paris, and Paris life, in new aspects."

"I wish I had gone with you," said Rollo. "I wonder if my father would
not let me go now. Is there a room for me at your hotel?" he added,
looking up eagerly.

"I don't know," said Mr. George. "You can ask when you go there. But to
day I am