“Oh,” exclaimed Andree, “she has learned English to make me sad! With these accomplishments she will make short work of me.”
Ken lifted the child into her place and tilted her delicate, fragile, fairy face upward. “You shall give me a kiss and make her very jealous,” he said, whereupon she kissed him, keeping one eye on Andree to observe results, and was much gratified to see her rival cover her face with her hands to hide her grief.
“I go to America with him,” she said to Andree. “I do not know if it is America of the North or America of the South. It does not matter. I am to be his wife.”
“Ah, already you are American,” said Andree, slyly. “You theenk only of marry.”
“And we shall live in a toy-shop and eat nothing but candy,” said Ken.
“Americans are very rich,” observed little Arlette. “My grandmother has told it to me—and that I must teach my husband that it is wicked to be careless with one’s money.... We shall not dine upon pullet.”
“You see what it is to marry,” said Andree. “Already you are denied what you desire.... I theenk mademoiselle makes a marriage of money.”
“It is not a marriage of money, is it, mignonne? No. It is for true love you marry me, is it not?”
“Oh yes, yes! I love monsieur very much.”
“But what is to become of me? I, too, love monsieur ver’ much,” said Andree.