“Good efening, sirr,” said little Arlette, suddenly, and her grandmother giggled in the very great pride of hearing this English spoken.
“Aha!” said Kendall, “you study English.... She is getting ready to go back to America with me. Yes, indeed. I have asked for her hand. We are sweethearts, aren’t we, Arlette?”
“Yes, monsieur,” she said, very seriously.
“You love me very much?”
“Yes, monsieur.”
“You learn to cook and to sew and all the things a wife should know?”
“Yes, monsieur.... When shall we go to this America? Is it America of the North or of the South?”
“Of the North, petite....”
“Oh, my uncle was once in America of the South.”
“It is not quite the same. But it is just as nice. Really. Shall we take grandma with us when we go?”