Her mother was made very happy at the deference.
Felix did not always come home at noon.
"They were pretty gay last night," he began apologetically. "Seen grandad this morning?"
"No, I went up in the woods. I wondered how it would look to me. It was beautiful. And it was a shame not to run over there first."
"Well, you may go a bit before we start. I have some papers to look over. We're in a great wrastle about some whiskey business. And now a man has to hold his tongue sharp if he isn't on the right side."
"You are on the right side?" She looked at him with laughing, trusting eyes.
"I wouldn't dare go agin grandad," he laughed back.
It was the old time to her. The cloth was coarse homespun partly bleached; they had some fine ones laid away for the little girl's outfit; the dishes were a motley lot, some pewter plates among them. The pretty accessories that she had become so accustomed to were missing. Was it this way when M. de Ronville was here? She colored vividly.
"I'll get up, Doll," her father said, "and stop for you." So she ran down to the other house.
Norah kissed her effusively.