From among the dark waters rose a brilliant rocket which, darting through the air, fell in a shower of brilliant sparks.
The three girls ran to the window. How long were those last moments of waiting. Finally the measured beat of oars was heard, the prow of a boat struck against the pebbly beach, and shadows were seen coming toward the cottage. The door opened.
Irène and Caillette burst into tears.
Francine cried, "Fanfar! my brother!"
"Zounds!" cried Gudel, "it was not such an easy matter getting here."
Fanfar sank on his knees before Françoise. "My poor mother!" he exclaimed.
And the invalid took Fanfar's head in her trembling hands, and kissed him tenderly.
"And Bobichel! you here, too!" cried Caillette, overjoyed.
Irène went to Fanfar's side. "I have come," she said, quietly.