One morning, while Rollo and Jennie were at breakfast with their father and mother, Rollo's uncle George came in and said that he had concluded to go and make a little tour in Switzerland. "I shall have three weeks," said he, "if I can get away to-morrow; and that will give me time to take quite a little run among the mountains. I have come now to see if you will let Rollo go with me." "Yes, sir," said Rollo, very eagerly, and rising at once from his chair. "Yes, sir. Let me go with him. That's exactly the thing. Yes, sir." "Have you any objection?" said Mr. Holiday, quietly, turning towards Rollo's mother. "No," said Mrs. Holiday, speaking, however, in a very doubtful tone,--"no; I don't know that I have--any great objection." Whatever doubt and hesitation Mrs. Holiday might have had on the subject was dispelled when she came to look at Rollo and see how eager and earnest he was in his desire to go. So she gave her definitive consent. "How long do you think you will be gone?" said Mr. Holiday. "Three weeks, nearly," replied Mr. George. "Say twenty days." "And how much do you suppose it will cost you?" asked Mr. Holiday. "I have made a calculation," said Mr. George; "and I think it will cost me, if I go alone, about twenty-five francs a day for the whole time. There would, however, be a considerable saving in some things if two go together." "Then I will allow you, Rollo," replied Mr. Holiday, looking towards Rollo, "twenty-five francs a day for this excursion. If you spend any more than that, you must take it out of your past savings. If you do not spend it all, what is left when you come back is yours." "Yes, sir," said Rollo. "I think that will be a great plenty." "Twenty-five francs a day for twenty days," continued Mr. Holiday, "is five hundred francs. Bring me that bag of gold, Rollo, out of my secretary. Here is the key." So Rollo brought out the gold, and Mr. Holiday took from it twenty-five Napoleons. These he put in Rollo's purse. "There," said Mr. Holiday, "that's all I can do for you. For the rest you must take care of yourself." "How long will it take you to pack your trunk?" said Mr. George. "Five minutes," said Rollo, promptly, standing up erect as he said it and buttoning his jacket up to his chin. "Then put on your cap and come with me," said Mr. George. Rollo did so. He followed Mr. George down stairs to the door, and they both got into a small carriage which Mr. George had waiting there and drove away together towards Mr. George's hotel. "Now, Rollo," said Mr. George, "I have got a great deal to do to-day, and there are our passports to be stamped. I wonder if you could not attend to that." "Yes," said Rollo, "if you will only tell me what is to be done."