three A.M.
There 's none of the spotless shininess of Holland or the beautiful cattle there ; but agriculture is developed to the _ n _ th degree for all that . Those French farmers wring more out of one acre than we do out of ten ; but we 're going to do some wringing in Hamstead , Vermont , in the future , I can tell you ! The last night in Paris , I never went to bed at all . Twenty of us had dinner at the Café de la Paix -- went to the theatre -- saw the girls and fathers and mothers home -- then went off with the other fellows to another show which lasted until three A.M. I had barely time to rush back to the hotel , collect my belongings , and catch my early train -- for I 'd made up my mind to do that so that I could stop off for two hours at Rouen on my way to Calais , and I was glad I did , though I must confess I yawned a good deal , even while I was looking at the Cathedral and the relics of Joan of Arc . I had just a week in the Channel Islands , and though I did n't think beforehand that I could possibly get as much out of them as I did out of the country in Holland , of course , I found that I was mistaken . I bought six head of cattle , brought them to Southampton with me , and saw them safely embarked for America , as I cabled father . I suppose they 've got there by now .