Marjory turned slowly.
"What do you mean by beautiful?"
"Ma foi, the sky is blue, the sun is shining, the birds singing," explained Marie.
"Do those things make a beautiful day?"
"What else, madame?" inquired the maid, in astonishment.
"I do not know," sighed madame. "All I know is that for me those things do not count at all."
"Then," declared Marie, "it is time to call a doctor."
"For what?"
"To make madame see the blue sky again and hear the birds."
"But I do not care whether I see them or not," concluded madame, turning away from the subject.