"That's just because you are a boy," sniffed Adela. "Oh, Polly, you ought to see the shops! When Mademoiselle has taken us into some, I declare I could stay all day in one. Such dreams of clothes and bonnets! You never saw such bonnets, Polly Pepper, in all your life!" She lifted her hands, unable to find words enough.
"And the parks and gardens, I suppose, are perfectly lovely," cried
Polly, feeling as if she must get away from the bonnets and clothes.
"Yes, and the Bois de Boulogne to drive in, that's elegant. Only Mademoiselle won't take us there very often. I wish I was rich, and I'd have a span of long-tailed, grey horses, and drive up and down there every day."
Polly laughed. "Well, I should like the tram-ways and the stages," said
Polly.
"Oh, those don't go into the Bois de Boulogne," cried Adela, in a tone of horror. "Why, Polly Pepper, what are you thinking of?" she exclaimed.
This nettled Tom. "Of something besides clothes and bonnets," he broke out. Then he was sorry he had spoken.
"Well, there's the Louvre," said Polly, after an uncomfortable little pause.
"Yes," said Adela, "that's best of all, and it doesn't cost anything; so Mademoiselle takes us there very often."
"I should think it would be," cried Polly, beaming at her, and answering the first part of Adela's sentence. "Oh, Adela, I do so long to see it."
"And you can't go there too often, Polly," said Jasper.