It seemed very strange to see women at work in the fields, but Mr. Ford said they would get used to that before they reached Nuremberg.
It was dark when the train drew in at the station at Brussels, and they took a stage marked "Grand Hotel," and were driven through the principal street of the city. The shops were all lighted, and the streets and sidewalks full of people.
Outside the restaurants little tables were set on the sidewalks, and men and women were eating and drinking.
It was a sight the Winters had never seen, and it looked very strange to them.
"It is just like Paris on a small scale," said Mr. Ford.
Excellent rooms were ready for them at the hotel, as they had been telegraphed for by Mr. Ford, who was in the habit of going there every year.
They had a delicious supper, and Mr. Winter said,—
"That is the best meal I have seen since leaving America."
The ladies had found the cars very hard to travel in, and were glad to go to their rooms.
The next day Mrs. Winter was so thoroughly used up that Mr. Winter decided to stay in Brussels a few days for her to get rested.