"Yes Not at Queechy?"
"No, indeed" said Fleda, laughing. "Far enough away."
"Where?"
"At Paris at the Marché des Innocens."
"How did you get to Paris?"
"I don't know by a bridge of associations, I suppose, resting one end on last year, and the other on the time when I was eleven years old."
"Very intelligible," said Mr. Carleton, smiling.
"Do you remember that morning, Mr. Carleton, when you took
Hugh and me to the Marché des Innocens?"
"Perfectly."
"I have thanked you a great many times since for getting up so early that morning."