France." Marje and I clung to each other in the fading light and drank in the quiet and beauty of those great arches. We went to a very nice hotel, and in engaging a room we asked the proprietor how far it was to Paris. We said we wanted to be sure to make it by Sunday night. He said: "But this is Sunday night." We looked at him amazed and gave in to his whim for the moment. We stepped out and bought the paper and found that it really was Sunday! I never felt so completely lost in my life! Of course we had forgotten to count out the time we had spent in Blois with Mrs. Shurtleff, but it gave us quite a start, I can tell you, particularly as Marje was so anxious to get home. We did not let the grass grow under our feet the next day, believe me. We had luncheon at Chartres and gave about ten minutes to the cathedral. I drove from Chartres, and at Maintenon I stopped to take a picture of the château reflected in the lake. Marje wandered off for a few minutes to watch the old women in the market-place, and while I was standing there alone two officers came up to me and one of them said, "Are you English?" I said, "No, American." "Have you your papers, your permis de conduire?" I felt my knees give way, but I hung on to the bridge that I was standing on, and said smilingly, "Oui, Monsieur." "All right," he said hesitatingly, and passed on. Of course, it was only Marje that had her permis, and I don't know just what would have happened if they had pressed the matter further, for I didn't have a sign of a permis and they had seen me drive. Marje insists, however, that it would have been all right because she could have said that she was teaching me. I was pretty grateful, I can tell you, to have had one smile left just the same. At Versailles we were surprised to find that we could buy still more gasoline. We couldn't understand because there is never enough in Paris. We bought all that we could carry, however, and started for home. When we came to the crossroads where it says: "Saint-Cloud, 11 K.M. and Sèvres 6 K.M.," we decided to take the road to Sèvres, although people had always warned us not to. We soon found out why. The road is hilly and covered with cobblestones the entire way; but we really didn't care, when we caught sight of the Eiffel Tower. At the gate of Paris there was an armed soldier standing in a sentry box, and as we slowed down to go through the gate I leaned out and said, "Bon jour, Monsieur."