XIII + 

He stood impatiently on a corner of the Rue de la Paix, while Cleo gaped into the window of a perfumer. (She was too well trained to dream of asking him to buy expensive perfume.) He looked at the façades in the Place Vendôme. + 

“Not much class⁠—too kind of plain,” he decided. + 

A little greasy man edged up to him, covertly sliding toward him a pack of postcards, and whispered, “Lovely cards⁠—only two francs each.” + 

“Oh,” said Elmer intelligently, “you speak English.” + 

“Sure. All language.” + 

Then Elmer saw the topmost card and he was galvanized. + 

“Whee! Golly! Two francs apiece?” He seized the pack, gloating⁠—But Cleo was suddenly upon him, and he handed back the cards, roaring, “You get out of here or I’ll call a cop! Trying to sell obscene pictures⁠—and to a minister of the gospel! Cleo, these Europeans have dirty minds!” + 