The old woman had got the pater's letter, so she
expected us. She's rather an ass, and must have been getting up her
English for our benefit, for she's called us "nice young Englese
gentilman" about a hundred times already.

I don't think Jim's got over the blues he had watching the English coast
yesterday. He's asleep still, so I'm writing this while I'm waiting for
him to come to breakfast. I shall not wait much longer, I can tell you.
Ta-ta! Remember me to any of the old crowd you see; also to your young
sister.

Yours truly, Thomas Hooker.

P.S.--By the way, see what your French dixy says for doughnut, and let
me know by return. We're going on to Switzerland in a day or two.

Paris, _August_ 6.

Dear Gus,--The dictionary word of yours won't wash here. We've tried it
all round Paris, and you might as well talk Greek to them. I don't
believe there's any word in the language for dough-nut. Jim's not bad
at French, either. We should be regularly floored if it wasn't for him.
And I expect they guess by his accent he comes from Rugby, for fellows
all touch their hats to him.

You know the pater gave us a list of places to go and see in Paris--the
Louvre and the Luxembourg, and all that. Well, he never stuck down
where they were, and we've had to worry it out for ourselves. Jim
stopped a fellow this morning and asked him, "Ou est la chemin pour
Luxembourg?" The fellow took off his hat and was awfully civil, and
said, "Par ici, messieurs," and took us a walk of about three miles, and
landed us at a railway station. He thought we wanted to go to
Luxembourg in Germany, or wherever it is--fare about three cool sovs.
The fellow hung about us most of the rest of the day, expecting a tip.
Likely idea that, after the game he'd had with us! We couldn't shake
him off till we bolted into one of the swimming baths on the river.
That smoked him out. Most of these chaps draw the line at a tub. Would
you believe it? at our inn, they never seem to have heard of soap in
their lives, and we got quite tired of saying "savon" before we found
some in a shop. Jim thinks they use it all up for soup. What we get at
the inn tastes like it.

Jim is rather a cute beggar. We went to a cafe yesterday to get some
grub, and he wanted a glass of milk. We had both clean forgotten the
French for milk, and we'd left the dixy at the inn. We tried to make
the fellow understand, but he was an ass. We pointed to a picture of a
c