“How are you this morning, Tante Louise?” she inquired of the old woman.
“Not so well ... not so well. I slept badly. The pain in my hip.”
Lily went and sat on the bed, taking the old woman’s hand which she caressed as she felt her pulse.
“You have everything you want?” she inquired.
“Oui ... everything.” There was a little pause and Madame Gigon peered at her with dim eyes. “I’ve been thinking how lucky I am.”
Lily smiled.
“I mean that I’m not left poor and alone. You’ve been good to me.”
Lily’s smile expanded into a laugh. “Nonsense.... Nonsense. It’s given me enough pleasure....”
“It seems like the hand of God,” said the old woman very piously.