Holding my child's hand in my own, I begin softly:
“When little children sleep, the Virgin Mary
Steps with white feet upon the crescent moon...”
But already Tioka is in the land of dreams.
XIII
The whole party of guests stayed at our house that night. Even one of the gipsy musicians was found next morning asleep on the sofa in the library.
No one came down to breakfast. Only Bozevsky got up early and went for a gallop on the hills.
I awoke at eight o'clock and rang the bell. Elise Perrier came in and opened the windows. The fresh April breeze blew in and the chirrup of the nests greeted me.
“Elise, is the morning fine? Can the mountains be seen?”