Lucie drew a long sigh. “When my friends begin to grow up like this I feel very queer and out of place. It makes me want my mother.”
“It does make one feel that way,” returned Odette.
“How do you know?”
“I don’t know; I only judge so.”
“One of those times when something tells you,” said Lucie, laughing. “Well, Odette, don’t you grow up and leave me.”
“I shall always wish to be near you whether I am grown up or not,” returned Odette diplomatically.
“Well, I am going to hunt up Grandfather Le Brun. I know I can get him to tell me anything. Au revoir, Odette.”
“You will tell me what you learn?”
“If I may,” Lucie answered back and then ran on to the house, to find Mons. Le Brun smoking under the trees.
“Vell, Mees,” he greeted her, “’ow do you do?”