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Uncle doesn't know ten words, and insists on talking English very loud, as if it would make people understand himAunt's pronunciation is old-fashioned, and Flo and I, though we flattered ourselves that we knew a good deal, find we don't, and are very grateful to have Fred do the `parley vooing', as Uncle calls it Such delightful times as we are having! Sight-seeing from morning till night, stopping for nice lunches in the gay cafes, and meeting with all sorts of droll adventuresRainy days I spend in the Louvre, revelling in picturesJo would turn up her naughty nose at some of the finest, because she has no soul for art, but I have, and I'm cultivation eye and taste as fast as I canShe would like the relics of great people better, for I've seen her Napoleon's cocked hat and gray coat, his baby's cradle and his old toothbrush, also Marie Antoinette's little shoe, the ring of Saint Denis, Charlemagne's sword, and many other interesting thingsI'll talk for hours about them when I come, but haven't time to write The Palais Royale is a heavenly place, so full of bijouterie and lovely omega geneve automatic things that I'm nearly distracted because I can't buy themFred wanted to get me some, but of course I didn't allow itThen the Bois and Champs Elysees are tres magnifiqueI've seen the imperial family several times, the emperor an ugly, hard-looking man, the empress pale and pretty, but dressed in bad taste, I thought--purple dress, green hat, and yellow glovesLittle Nap is a handsome boy, who sits chatting to his tutor, and kissed his hand to the people as he passes in his four-horse barouche, with postilions in red satin jackets and a mounted guard before and behind We often walk in the Tuileries Gardens, for they are lovely, though the antique Luxembourg Gardens suit me betterPere la Chaise is very curious, for many of the tombs are like small rooms, and looking in, one sees a table, with images or pictures of the dead, and chairs for the mourners to sit in when they come to lament Our rooms are on the Rue de Rivoli, and sitting on the balcony, we look up and down the long, brilliant streetIt is so pleasant that we spend our evenings talking there when too tired with our day's vintage cartier watch work to go outFred is very entertaining, and is altogether the most agreeable young man I ever knew-- except Laurie, whose manners are more charmingI wish Fred was dark, for I don't fancy light men, however, the Vaughns are very rich and come of an excellent family, so I won't find fault with their yellow hair, as my own is yellower Next week we are off to Germany and Switzerland, and as we shall travel fast, I shall only be able to give you hasty lettersI keep my diary, and try to `remember correctly and describe clearly all that I see and admire', as Father advisedIt is good practice for me, and with my sketchbook will give you a better idea of my tour than these scribbles Adieu, I embrace you tenderly VOTRE AMIE HEIDELBERG My dear Mamma, Having a quiet hour before we leave for Berne, I'll try to tell you what has happened, for some of it is very important, as you will see The sail up the Rhine was perfect, and I just sat and enjoyed it with all my mightGet Father's old guidebooks and read about itI haven't words beautiful enough to describe itAt Coblenz we had a vintage chanel jewelry lovely time, for some students from Bonn, with whom Fred got acquainted on the boat, gave us a serenadeIt was a moonlight night, and about one o'clock Flo and I were waked by the most delicious music under our windowsWe flew up, and hid behind the curtains, but sly peeps showed us Fred and the students singing away down belowIt was the most romantic thing I ever saw--the river, the bridge of boats, the great fortress opposite, moonlight everywhere, and music fit to melt a heart of stone When they were done we threw down some flowers, and saw them scramble for them, kiss their hands to the invisible ladies, and go laughing away, to smoke and drink beer, I supposeNext morning Fred showed me one of the crumpled flowers in his vest pocket, and looked very sentimentalI laughed at him, and said I didn't throw it, but Flo, which seemed to disgust him, for he tossed it out of the window, and turned sensible againI'm afraid I'm going to have trouble with that boy, it begins to look like it The baths at Nassau were very gay, so was Baden-Baden, where Fred lost some money, and I scolded cartier watches himHe needs someone to look after him when Frank is not with himKate said once she hoped he'd marry soon, and I quite agree with her that it would be well for himFrankfurt was delightfulI saw Goeth's house, Schiller's statue, and Dannecker's famous AriadneIt was very lovely, but I should have enjoyed it more if I had known the story betterI didn't like to ask, as everyone knew it or pretended they didI wish Jo would tell me all about itI ought to have read more, for I find I don't know anything, and it mortifies me Now comes the serious part, for it happened here, and Fred has just goneHe has been so kind and jolly that we all got quite fond of himI never thought of anything but a traveling friendship till the serenade nightSince then I've begun to feel that the moonlight walks, balcony talks, and daily adventures were something more to him than funI haven't flirted, Mother, truly, but remembered what you said to me, and have done my very bestI can't help it if people like meI don't try to make them, and it worries me if I don't care for them, though Jo says I haven't got any cheap tiffany's jewelry heart