"Oh, there are so many lovely things! I didn't mean to buy anything, you know, but we looked at such an elegant pelisse. Only everything costs so much!"
"Oh, economical little girl!"
"And the shopwoman would try on such a splendid white beaver that had just come in with a beautiful long plume and a white satin bow on top. Why, I felt as if I had just arrived from Paris!"
M. de Ronville leaned back and laughed. She looked so pretty and spirited, standing here. He could imagine her in the white beaver and handsome pelisse.
"How about the French?" he asked. "Have you forgotten it all?"
"Oh, no. Grandmere and I talk sometimes."
"We must have a little reading. Why, we could talk as well. I sometimes get rusty."
"It was very nice of the Pembertons to remember me," she said reflectively.
"I had said you were likely to come, and they heard Mr. Bartram had returned. So they came at once."
She could see he was proud of the compliment paid her.