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Play should be reserved for the old -- the old get so quickly deadened , they do not go through the terrible moments younger people do ! '' On the morning after her visit to Madame Cagliostra , Sylvia Bailey woke later than usual . She had had a disturbed night , and it was pleasant to feel that she could spend a long restful day doing nothing , or only taking part in one of the gay little expeditions which make Paris to a stranger the most delightful of European capitals . She opened wide both the windows of her room , and from outside there floated in a busy , happy murmur , for Paris is an early city , and nine o'clock there is equivalent to eleven o'clock in London . She heard the picturesque street cries of the flower-sellers in the Avenue de l'Opéra -- `` Beflower yourselves , gentlemen and ladies , beflower yourselves ! '' The gay , shrill sounds floated in to her , and , in spite of her bad night and ugly dreams , she felt extraordinarily well and happy . Cities are like people .