Early on the following morning Jo set forth in her broad-bellied little cart in which were a hamper of goodies for the waifs of St. Michael's, and a smaller basket containing Jo's own midday meal. Jo, herself, sat on the shaft beside the fat Molly and bobbed along in the best of spirits.
"You're to watch the place, Nick," she commanded, "and if he returns, you know who, just save a nip of him for me, that's a good beastie."
With this possibility of adventure, Nick had to be content.
Madame Longville saw Jo pass and remarked to the Captain who was eating the pancakes his wife was making:
"There goes Mam'selle, and so early, too; somehow she doesn't look as if she had taken up with Pierre."
"How does she look?" asked the Captain with his mouth full.
"Sort of easy and cheerful."
"Fool," muttered Longville and reached for more cakes. "Is she afoot?"
"No. She's in the little cart and it's empty."
"She's going to fetch Gavot, bag and baggage." Longville felt that he had solved the problem. "It takes a woman like Mam'selle to clinch a good bargain."