"But they believe in Jesus in your country, do they not, mademoiselle?" said she, innocently.
"And where are you going now?" asked No. 3, when she had satisfied her old friend on this point.
"I? Oh, I am off to visit my 'pauvres,' and my poor dear 'malades.'"
"Do you visit them every Sunday morning?"
"Why, every morning, mademoiselle!"
"But are there many malades in Sartene?"
"Oh yes, mademoiselle. There are always plenty who are sick and suffering, or infirm, or unhappy; and they are glad to see me. They are all good to me, my poor children!"
"But you are so old yourself. Don't you get tired, running about all day like that?"
The old soul laughed merrily.
"I am used to it, mademoiselle, and le bon Dieu has given me strong legs. Sometimes I am tired in the evening; but I am longing to be off again next day. It makes one so happy to feel one can do something for le bon Dieu, though one is old and poor."