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“It didn’t cost as much as we thought, anyhow,” she said cheerfully. “We must have over a hundred dollars left anyway.”

He grunted. Outside the window Milly’s eyes were caught by the sight of a dog drawing a legless man.

“Look!” she exclaimed. “How funny!”

“Aw, dry up. I’ve seen it all before.”

An encouraging idea occurred to her: it was in France that Jim’s nerves had gone to pieces; it was natural that he should be cross and uneasy for a few hours.

Westward through Caen, Lisieux and the rich green plains of Calvados. When they reached the third stop Jim got up and stretched himself.

“Going out on the platform,” he said gloomily. “I need to get a breath of air; hot in here.”

It was hot, but Milly didn’t mind. Her eyes were excited with all she saw—a pair of little boys in black smocks began to stare at her curiously through the windows of the carriage.

“American?” cried one of them suddenly.

“Hello,” said Milly. “What place is this?”

“Pardon?”

They came closer.

“What’s the name of this place?”