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determined to go to the South of France. I
could amuse you children by a description of
our journey, —journeys in those days really
were much more amusing than now, —but I
must hasten on to the end of my story. We
had fixed upon Pau as our headquarters, and
we arrived there early in November. What

a different thing from our November at home!

 
   
   
   
    
    
 
  
 

 
 
 
 

I could hardly believe it cas November; it

 
 

would have seemed to me far less wonderful
to have been told I had been asleep for six
months, and that really it was May, and not

November at all, than to have awakened as I

 
   
 
  

did, that first morning after our arrival, and

 
 

to have seen out of the window the lovely

sunshine and bright blue sky and summer-

 
 
  

look of warmth and comfort and radiance!

 
 

We had gone to a hotel for a few days,

intending to look out for a little house, or

 
   
 

apartement (which, children, does not mean

 
 

the same thing as our English lodgings, by

 
 

any means), at our leisure. Your grandmother

    
 

was not rich, and the coming so far cost a