"Yes, always the same, only not always quite so grand, you know, because to-day is a great fete. Why don't you go to church always?" "She is perhaps a little Protestant," suggested the father, "and goes to the Temple. Is that not it, my child?" "I do not know," said Madelon, bewildered; "I never went to any Temple, and I never heard of Protestants. Papa never took me to church; but then we do not live here, you know." "But in other churches it is the same--everywhere," cries Madame. "What, in all the big churches in Paris, and everywhere?" said Madelon. "I did not know; I never went into them, but I will ask papa to take me there now." Then, recurring to her first difficulty, she repeated, "But what do people go there for?" "Mais--pour prier le bon Dieu!" said the good man. "I do not understand," said Madelon, despairingly. "What does that mean? What were the music and the lights for, and what were all the pictures about?" "But is it, then, possible, _ma petite_, that you have had no one to teach you all these things? And on Sundays, what do you do then?" said the mother, while Nanette stared more and more at Madelon, with round eyes. "We generally go into the country on Sundays," said Madelon. "Papa never goes to church, I am sure, or he would have taken me. I will ask him to let me go again--I like it very much." It was at this moment that they turned into the street in which stood the hotel. "Ah! there is papa," cried Madelon, rushing forward as she saw him coming towards them, and springing into his arms. He had returned to the hotel for a late _dejeuner_, and was in terrible dismay when Madelon, being sought for, was nowhere to be found. One of the waiters said he had seen her run out of the courtyard, and M. Linders was just going out to look for her. "_Mon Dieu!_ Madelon," he cried, "where, then, have you been?" "I ran out, papa," said Madelon, abashed. "I am very sorry--I will not do it again. I lost myself, but Monsieur and Madame here showed me the way back." Her friendly guides stood watching the two for a moment, as, after a thousand thanks and acknowledgments, they entered the hotel together. "It is singular," said Madame; "he is handsome, and looks like a gentleman. How can anyone bring up a little child like that in such ignorance? She can have no mother, _pauvre petite!_" "What an odd little girl, Maman," cried Nanette, "never to have been to church before, and not to know why people go!" "_Chut_, Nanette!" said her father. "Thou also woudst have known nothing, unless some good friends had taught thee." And so these kindly people went their way.