In future, she too would shun these sophisticated people.
And—puffing and blowing; gesticulating and perspiring; soliloquizing and threatening, she retook possession of her home, sweet home.
CHAPTER XXV.
Love Triumphs.
ood-morning, Mr. Rougeant," said Jacques on the Monday morning, as he perceived his employer walking about the farmyard.
"Good-morning, Jacques," responded the farmer.