"I say, minister, I always bring luck. Here is one of the nicest little shavers that ever you saw. He wants to come to school, and I've told him that you'll be a father to him, and as for Mrs. Prior—well, there's no doing that lady justice."
Mr. Prior smiled pleasantly, and went up to Paul.
"He is indeed a fine boy."
"Thank you, monsieur," said Paul, taking a letter, which the doctor had given him, from his pocket. "When you read this perhaps you tell more sure if I can stay here."
Mr. Prior glanced over the letter, and smiled down with hospitable kindness into Paul's anxious eyes.
"It would be difficult to answer no, even if we wished it," he said, kindly; "an orphan and a stranger—it is from such I fancy that the angels come to us unawares."
"You will not find me too much trouble," said Paul, smiling. "I study English good deal—try always."
"French is your native language, I think?"
"Yes, monsieur!"
"Then we will soon find a lady who can talk with you; come, my little man."