|‘Is he buried here?’ asked Grizel.
‘No, in the Invalides,’ replied Jo, who was an enthusiastic admirer of the great Emperor. ‘We’ll go and see his tomb. But I must get some flowers. I always put them there to show that someone remembers him.’
‘A good many people remember him besides you,’ said her sister drily. ‘ He’s not exactly in danger of being forgotten. And for goodness’ sake, Jo, don’t make the scene you made last time!’
‘I only threw the flowers over the railings,’ protested Jo.
‘I know what you did all right! If only you hadn’t been standing at the corner, and if only you could throw straight, it wouldn’t have mattered! As it was, you nearly let us in for imprisonment under the impression that you were flinging bombs about!’
‘If the idiot guide had ducked it would have been all right!’ retorted Joey.
‘How was he to know you were going to throw flowers about in that way? Of course, if he’d realised, I dare say he would have ducked, and then Guardian would have been saved an expensive pour-boire! If you want to put flowers on Napoleon’s tomb to-day, you must be content with pushing them through the railings as far as you can.'
|At the church of the Invalides [Grizel] did rouse to enthusiasm over Napoleon; but it was only temporary, and she stared at Joey when that faithful devotee pushed a few sprays of lilies of the valley between the railings that surround the famous Emperor’s tomb.|
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