"Yes," said Jennie, "that is an excellent way."
"Then you could put him in a small pail of water," said Rollo, "and carry him home, and then you could put him in a bowl and see him swim about."
"Yes," said Jennie, "I wish you would give me this net."
"Well," said Rollo, "I will. I shall go down by the river again some day, and then I can buy another for myself."
"So you can," said Jennie: "or, if you don't get another, I can lend you mine when you wish to fish with it."
So Rollo put up his fishing tackle again, and then Jennie asked him where else he went.
"Why, we walked along the quay," said Rollo, "a long way, past several bridges, until at last we came to a bridge leading over to an island in the river, where there was a great cathedral church, which uncle George said he wished to see. It was the Church of Notre Dame. It was an immense great church, with two towers very high; but it was very old. The outside of it seemed to be all crumbling to pieces."
"Did you go in?" asked Jennie.
"Yes," replied Rollo. "It is open all the time, and people are all the time going and coming. We went in. There was an old woman sitting just inside the door, with a string of beads in her hands, counting them. There were two or three other old women there, knitting. I could not see much of the inside of the church when we first went in, there were so many columns; but I could hear the birds flying about and singing away up high among the vaults and arches."
"The birds inside the church!" said Jennie. "I should think they would drive them out."