"No."
"I have always remembered it, because that was the way I found out how good your heart was."
"I have a good heart too, haven't I, mother?" said little Jeannie, presenting his mother with an apple which he had half eaten.
"To be sure you have, and you must try to copy François in all the good things you see him do."
"Oh, yes!" answered the child quickly, "I shall jump on the yellow colt this evening, and shall ride it into pasture."
"Shall you?" said François, laughing. "Are you, too, going to climb up the great ash-tree to hunt tomtits? I shall let you do it, my little fellow! But listen, Madame Blanchet, there is something I want to ask of you, but I do not know whether you will tell it to me."
"Let me hear."
"Why do they think they hurt my feelings when they call me a waif? Is there any harm in being a waif?"
"No; certainly not, my child, since it is no fault of yours."
"Whose fault is it?"