"Well, go; so much the better."
That same evening, Maît. Jacques (Mr. Rougeant's workman) drove Lizette in the "spring cart" to her mother's cottage.
Adèle wept. Her father silenced her with a frown. "You will commence school on Tuesday next," he said.
The little girl looked at her father in surprise, and, an inward emotion completely mastering her, she recommenced crying.
"How shall I be able to speak to those English people?" she sobbed.
"You can talk English, can't you?" was her father's not over-consoling remark.
"Only—a—little."
"The person to whom I spoke is a nice lady; now, don't be silly, child."
"The little girls will laugh at me," she said, drying her tears with her pinafore.