Do you remember again our rare walks in the wood at Meudon or on the banks of the Seine, when we were able to put together the sum of frs. 2.50, and then at our departure we were almost mad?

We put on our heaviest boots, as if it were a question of starting for a walking tour round the world, as we always imagined we were not coming back.

But poverty held us by our boot-strings and dragged us back to the attic; we were condemned to see outside but one round of the sun. Our purse did not last, the air of the Seine is fresh and makes one hungry in the woods.

What beautiful things we have seen together away beyond Meudon and St. Cloud. Nature made storms gratis and unexpected spectacles expressly for us.