amongst the cabbages and onions. He returned
to Montparnasse in a very battered condition at
eight-thirty in the morning. Along the Boulevard
Montparnasse was a tramway, and the road between
the tram-lines was dug up for repairs, leaving a hole
about six feet deep. The red-bearded man felt
sleepy and got down the hole and went to sleep.
About an hour later the noise of the trams woke
him up and he appeared like " Venus rising from
the Ocean," and rose up in the middle of the street*
Many nice old ladies and their daughters, who were
studying Art, were having breakfast on the terrace
of the Rotonde and the Dome and were shocked
and surprised at this strange sight.
Every Friday evening I went to Lavenue's, which