tone. "Don't go away. Stay
here with me, please. I am all alone, and have not any body to amuse
me."

"But you will go to sleep pretty soon," said Rollo.

"No," replied Jennie; "I am not sleepy the least in the world. See."

Here Jennie opened her eyes very wide, and looked Rollo full in the
face, by way of demonstrating that she was not sleepy.

Rollo felt very much perplexed. When he pictured to himself, in
imagination, the idea of being whirled rapidly through the Boulevards,
on such a pleasant summer evening, in a carriage which he should have
all to himself, with the top down so that he could see every thing all
around him, and of the brilliant windows of the shops, the multitudes of
ladies and gentlemen taking their coffee at the little round tables on
the sidewalk in front of the coffee saloons, the crowds of people coming
and going, and the horsemen and carriages thronging the streets, the
view was so enchanting that it was very hard for him to give up the
promised pleasure. He, however, determined to do it; so he said,--

"Well, Jennie, I'll stay. I will go out and tell mother that I am not
going to ride, and then I will come back."

For the first half hour after Mrs. Holiday went away, Rollo was occupied
with Jennie in looking over some very pretty French picture books which
Mrs. Holiday had bought for her that day, to amuse her because she was
sick. Jennie had looked them all over before; but now that Rollo had
come, it gave her pleasure to look them over again, and talk about them
with him. Jennie sat up in the bed, leaning back against the pillows and
bolsters, and Rollo sat in a large and very comfortable arm chair, which
he had brought up for this purpose to the bedside. The books lay on a
monstrous square pillow of down, half as large as the bed itself, which,
according to the French fashion, is always placed on the top of the bed.
Rollo and Jennie would take the books, one at a time, and look them
over, talking about the pictures, and showing the prettiest ones to each
other. Thus the time passed very pleasantly. At length, however, Jennie,
having looked over all the books, drew herself down into the bed, and
began to ask Rollo where he had been that day.

"I have been with uncle George," said Rollo. "He said that he was going
about to see a great many different places, and that I might go with him
if I chose, though he supposed that most of them were places that I
should not care to see. But I d