"I did not know you cared so much about pictures, mother," Dolly ventured.
"I don't!" said Mrs. Copley,—"not about the pictures; but I don't like to be here and not see what there is to see. I like to say I have seen it. It would be absurd to be here and not see things. Your father told me to go just where I wanted to; and if I don't go to Waterloo, I want to see Dresden."
"And from there?" said Lawrence.
"I don't know. I suppose we can find our way from there to Venice somehow."
"But do you not include Cologne Cathedral in the things you wish to see?"
"Cologne? I don't know about cathedrals. We are going to see one now, aren't we? Isn't one as good as another?"
"To pray in, I have no doubt," said Lawrence; "but hardly to look at."
"Well, you don't think churches ought to be built to look at, do you? I think that is wicked. Churches are meant for something."
"You would not object to looking at them when they are built? would you? Here we are now, going to see Gonda Cathedral."
"No, I am not," said Mrs. Copley. "I am going to see the glass windows. We shall not see them to-day if we stand here talking."