“The sacrifice is made!” repeated Honor. “It is accomplished. Don’t tell the other girls!”
And she burst into tears, and wept on Stephanie’s shoulder.
CHAPTER II
HOW HONOR FOUND HER NEW NAME: AND HOW THEY LIVED AT THE PENSION MADELEINE
“Black and red!” said Patricia Desmond. “You look like a Baltimore oriole, Honor!”
“What is that?” asked Vivette. “Bal-ti-moriole? Qu’est-ce que c’est que ça?”
“Baltimore—oriole! Roll your ‘r’ twice, Vivi! More—ori-ole!”
“Moro-morio—bah! That does not say itself, Patricia. Moriole, that is prettier, not so?”
“Have it your own way! It’s a bird, and Honor looks like one in her black dress, that’s all. She moves like a bird too; ‘flit’ is the word there, Vivi.”
“Fleet?” Vivette repeated carefully. “Is that co-rect, Patricia?”