"Wait! Was he here about a month ago? Does he wear glasses, and is he short and"—
"It is, it is! You have then seen him?"
"Yes, indeed!" and she related the meeting on the cliff, to the madame's genuine enjoyment.
She kept nodding her bright head, and finally burst out, as Sara told of the lost sunbonnet and its rescuer:—
"He vas my nevew, Robert Glendenning" (she pronounced it however Robare
Glendneeng); "and is he not one handsome, fine young man?"
"I did not look at him long, but I think he is," blushing a little. "And are not you the party my brother told me of yesterday? I did not think then it was the two gentlemen I had met who were so kind to him. Morton is not any too good at description!"
"Morton, ah, yes, that ees the bright youth who did put my brave Robare to the rout! And he is thy brother, then? May I not know thy name also, my fair young mees?"
"It is Sara Olmstead, ma'am, and I am a fisherman's daughter."
"And I, my fisher-lass, am name Madame Grandet now, though my girl name it was Felicie."
"Oh, how pretty!"