In and Out of Three Normandy Inns

and white umbrellas a multitude of flat-capped heads sat immovably still on their three-legged stools, or darted hith

sed in the fillet and chiton of Greece. During her long poses she was as immovable as an antique marble; her natural grace and prettiness were transfigured into positive beauty by the flowing lines and the pink draperies of her Attic costume. Seated thus, she was a breathing embodiment of the best Greek period. When the rests came, her jump from the wall landed her square on her feet and at the latter end of the nineteenth century. Once free, she bounded from her perch on the h

he might have posed as the embodied archetype of France itself. So has this pagan among modern nations borrowed something of the antique spirit of wantonness. Along with its th

the walls. Everyone talked at once; the orders were like a rattle of artillery-painting for hours in the open air gives a

aperies, with her Parisian bodice had

e, it seems?" And a shrill voice pierced the air as Colinette gave her painter the hint of her prodding elbow. With the appearance of the omelette the r

ften forced to live alone, from economic necessity, it is therefore only the commonest charity to provide him with the proper surroundings for eating

of Frenchmen-and Frenchwomen-proving in no ordinary fashion their equipment in this rare virtue. It was early in May; up yonder, where the Seine flows beneath the Parisian bridges, the pulse of the gay Paris world was beating in time to the spring in

back on the haunts of men. He has retained a singular-an almost ideal sensitiveness, of mental cuticle-such acuteness of sensation, that a journey to a field will oftentimes yield him all the flavor of a long voyage, and a sudden introduction to a forest, the rapture that commonly comes only with som