"Yes," says Nanette, with a further sense of superiority added to that already induced by the contrast of her new white muslin frock with Madelon's somewhat limp exterior.
"And never missed it for a single Sunday of fête-day since," continued Madame, "except last year, when she had the measles."
"Do you go there every Sunday?" asked Madelon of the child.
"Yes, every Sunday and fête-days. Would you like to see my new
Paroissien? My god-father gave it to me on my last birthday."
"And is it always like to-day, with all the singing, and music, and people?"
"Yes, always the same, only not always quite so grand, you know, because to-day is a great fête. Why don't you go to church always?"
"She is perhaps a little Protestant," suggested the father, "and goes to the Temple. Is that not it, my child?"
"I do not know," said Madelon, bewildered; "I never went to any Temple, and I never heard of Protestants. Papa never took me to church; but then we do not live here, you know."
"But in other churches it is the same—everywhere," cries
Madame.
"What, in all the big churches in Paris, and everywhere?" said Madelon. "I did not know; I never went into them, but I will ask papa to take me there now." Then, recurring to her first difficulty, she repeated, "But what do people go there for?"