"I like to hear them talk. There are wonderful places. And where is India? Can any one find the passage they are looking for and sail round the world?"
"They have sailed round it."
"And have you seen Paris and the King?"
"I fought for the dead King. And Paris—why, you cannot imagine anything like it."
"Ah, but we are going to have new France here. And perhaps Paris."
There were pride and gladness in her voice. He smiled inwardly, he would not disturb her childish dream. Would she ever see the beautiful city and the pageants that were almost daily occurrences?
"When did you come here?" she asked presently.
"A fortnight ago, when the storeship arrived."
"Ah, yes. Maman and I went to see it and M. Hébert sent us some curious, delicious dried fruits. M. de Champlain is quite sure we shall grow them in time and have beautiful gardens, and fine people who know many things. Can you read?"
"Why, yes"—laughing.