ow hanging on the wall and smacked our lips; and he grinned and rubbed
his hands, and said, "Ah, oui. Rosbif! jolly rosbif!" Did you ever
hear of such a born idiot? At last Jim had an idea and said, "Apportez-
nous du cafe-au-lait sans le cafe." That fetched it. The fellow
twigged at once. Not bad of Jim, was it?

Jolly slow place Paris. The swimming baths are the only place worth
going to. Jim went in off the eight-foot springboard. You should have
seen the natives sit up at the neat dive he made.

I hope the pater's not going to ask too much about the Louvre, because
we scamped it. The fact is, there was a little unpleasantness with one
of the fellows, owing to Jim's cane happening to scratch one of the
pictures by a chap named Rubens. It was quite an accident, as we were
only trying to spike a wasp on the frame, and Jim missed his shot. The
fellow there made a mule of himself, and lost his temper. So we didn't
see the fun of staying, and cut.

Montreux, Lake of Geneva, _August_ 10.

Couldn't finish this before we left Paris. We meant to start for here
on Friday, but settled to come on on Thursday night after all. You
needn't go telling them at home, but between you and me it was a bit of
a bolt.

The fact was, we went to a church called Notre Dame in the morning--not
nearly such a snug place as Rugby Chapel, and they charge a penny apiece
for the chairs. So we cut the inside and thought we'd go up to the top.
It wasn't a bad lark, and you get a stunning view. The swimming baths
looked about the size of a sheet of school paper. There was a door open
into the belfry, and as nobody was about, we never thought it would be
any harm to have a ring up. We couldn't get the big bell to go, but
most of the others did, and it was enough to deafen you.

I suppose they must have heard the row below, for when we looked down we
saw a regular crowd of fellows in the square underneath looking up our
way. After that we thought we might as well shut up, and were just
going to cut down, when a fellow belonging to the place, who had been
somewhere on the top, came rushing round the parapet, flourishing a
stick and yelling like a trooper in awfully bad French. We had a good
start of him, especially as we shut the door at the top of the stairs
behind us. Besides he was fat; so we easily pulled it off.

There was an old woman at the bottom who kept the ticket place. She
twigged _it_ was a bolt, and tried to sto