Mothers forget their daughters' stature. Madame Delphine said:
"Yez."
For a few moments neither spoke, and then Monsieur Vignevielle said:
"I will do dad."
"Lag she been you' h-own?" asked the mother, suffering from her own boldness.
"She's a good lill' chile, eh?"
"Miché, she's a lill' hangel!" exclaimed Madame Delphine, with a look of distress.
"Yez; I teg kyah 'v 'er, lag my h-own. I mague you dad promise."
"But——" There was something still in the way, Madame Delphine seemed to think.