net best to catch fishes with," said Jennie, "because that
does not hurt them."

"True," said Rollo, "a net is a great deal better on that account. You
see I put a hoop around to keep the mouth of the net open, and then
fasten it to the end of a long handle. Then you stand on the bank of the
brook and put the net down into the water, and when a fish comes along
you dip him up."

"Yes," said Jennie, "that is an excellent way."

"Then you could put him in a small pail of water," said Rollo, "and
carry him home, and then you could put him in a bowl and see him swim
about."

"Yes," said Jennie, "I wish you would give me this net."

"Well," said Rollo, "I will. I shall go down by the river again some
day, and then I can buy another for myself."

"So you can," said Jennie: "or, if you don't get another, I can lend you
mine when you wish to fish with it."

So Rollo put up his fishing tackle again, and then Jennie asked him
where else he went.

"Why, we walked along the quay," said Rollo, "a long way, past several
bridges, until at last we came to a bridge leading over to an island in
the river, where there was a great cathedral church, which uncle George
said he wished to see. It was the Church of Notre Dame. It was an
immense great church, with two towers very high; but it was very old.
The outside of it seemed to be all crumbling to pieces."

"Did you go in?" asked Jennie.

"Yes," replied Rollo. "It is open all the time, and people are all the
time going and coming. We went in. There was an old woman sitting just
inside the door, with a string of beads in her hands, counting them.
There were two or three other old women there, knitting. I could not see
much of the inside of the church when we first went in, there were so
many columns; but I could hear the birds flying about and singing away
up high among the vaults and arches."

"The birds inside the church!" said Jennie. "I should think they would
drive them out."

"I don't know how they could drive them out," said Rollo, "it was so
high up to where they were flying. The arch of the ceiling seemed like a
stone sky. There were so many pillars to keep up this roof, that, when
we first went in, we could not see any end to the church at all.
However, we walked along, and after a while we came to the end.

"There were a great many curious things to see in the church," continued
Rollo. "There were a great many little chapels along the sides of it,
and curious im