One of the sisters came forward and smiled.
"Welcome!" she said in French. "Come over to the fire and warm yourselves."
Fortunately, both girls had studied this language, and understood what she said. Gratefully they walked over to the old-fashioned stone fireplace, where a frugal fire of fagots was burning, and a kettle, hanging on a crane, was singing and bubbling.
"Merci, beaucoup!" replied Louise, to let the good woman know that she understood her, and appreciated her offer.
"Has anything happened?" asked the sister, still in French.
"Happened? Why?" returned Louise.
"You were here yesterday, and bought everything that we had made. The Mother Superior told us."
"But we weren't here yesterday!" protested Louise.
"Yes. In an airplane."
Linda and Louise looked at each other knowingly. It must have been Bess Hulbert—in the Moth! That would explain her presence in Plattsburg. They were sure of it now.