"May I come and see it?" asked Chris eagerly, scenting a mystery.
He hesitated.
"I'll come all by myself," she assured him.
"Mais la gouvernante—"
"As if I should bring her! No, no! I'll come alone—with Cinders."
"Mais, mademoiselle—"
"If you say that again I shall be cross," announced Chris.
"But—pardon me, mademoiselle—the governess, might she not object?"
"Absurd!" said Chris. "I am not a French girl, and I won't behave like one."
He laughed at that, plainly because he could not help it. "Mademoiselle pleases herself!" he observed.