"

"Mrs. Copley," said Lawrence quietly, "there are galleries of pictures
everywhere. We shall find them at every step--more than you will want
to look at, by a hundred fold."

"But we shall not find Green vaults, shall we? And you will not tell me
that the Dresden madonna is anywhere but at Dresden?"

"I did not know you cared so much about pictures, mother," Dolly
ventured.

"I don't!" said Mrs. Copley,--"not about the pictures; but I don't like
to be here and not see what there is to see. I like to say I have seen
it. It would be absurd to be here and not see things. Your father told
me to go just where I wanted to; and if I don't go to Waterloo, I want
to see Dresden."

"And from there?" said Lawrence.

"I don't know. I suppose we can find our way from there to Venice
somehow."

"But do you not include Cologne Cathedral in the things you wish to
see?"

"Cologne? I don't know about cathedrals. We are going to see one now,
aren't we? Isn't one as good as another?"

"To pray in, I have no doubt," said Lawrence; "but hardly to look at."

"Well, you don't think churches ought to be built to look at, do you? I
think that is wicked. Churches are meant for something."

"You would not object to looking at them when they _are_ built? would
you? Here we are now, going to see Gonda Cathedral."

"No, I am not," said Mrs. Copley. "I am going to see the glass windows.
We shall not see them to-day if we stand here talking."

Lawrence ordered a carriage, and the party set out. He wished devoutly
that it had numbered five instead of four, so that Rupert could have
been sent outside. But the carnage held them all comfortably.

Dolly was a little uneasy at the travelling problem before her;
however, no uneasiness could stand long against the charm of that
morning's drive. The blessed familiar sun shone on a world so very
different from all the world she had ever known before. On every hand
were flower gardens; on both sides of the way; and in the midst of the
flower gardens stood pleasant-looking country houses; while the road
was bordered with narrow canals, over which drawbridges of extravagant
size led to the houses. It was a rich and quaint and pretty landscape
under the September sun; and Dolly felt all concern and annoyance
melting away from her. She saw that her mother too was amused and
delighted. Surely things would come out right by and by.

The town interested three of the party in a high degree.

"Well!