"Is it so?" said Père Michaux. "God's will be done. Poor Anne!"
"An odd lot of children he has in that ramshackle old house of his," continued the surgeon. "Two sets, I should say."
"Yes; the second wife was a French girl."
"With Indian blood?"
"Yes."
"I thought so. Who is to have charge of them? The boys will take to the woods, I suppose, but that little Tita is an odd specimen. She would make quite a sensation in New York a few years later."
"May she never reach there!" said the old priest, fervently.
"Well, perhaps you are right. But who is to have the child?"
"Her sister will take charge of her."
"Miss Anne? Yes, she will do her best, of course; she is a fine, frank young Saxon. But I doubt if she understands that elfish little creature."