Then Tita came in. "Annet is going away," she said, softly; "she is going to school. The letter came to-day."
"So Miss Vanhorn consents, does she? Excellent! excellent!" said Père Michaux, rubbing his hands, his eyes expressing a hearty satisfaction.
"When will you say 'Excellent! excellent!' about me?" said Tita, jealously.
"Before long, I hope," said the priest, patting her small head.
"But are you sure, mon père?"
"Well, yes," said Père Michaux, "on the whole, I am."
He smiled, and the child smiled also; but with a deep quiet triumph remarkable in one so young.
CHAPTER VII.
"To all appearance it was chiefly by Accident, and the grace of Nature."—Carlyle.