The children ran up to them; they had seen Jean, he was quite white with dust, he said good-morning to them.
"Only," added Bella, "he is not very nice, he did not stop to talk to us; usually he stops, but this time he wouldn't."
"Yes, he would," replied Harry, "for at first he seemed as if he were going to—and then he would not, he went away."
"Well, he didn't stop, and it is so nice to talk to a soldier, especially when he is on horseback."
"It is not that only, it is that we are very fond of Monsieur Jean; if you knew, papa, how kind he is, and how nicely he plays with us."
"And what beautiful drawings he makes. Harry, you remember that great
Punch who was so funny, with his stick, you know?"
"And the dog, there was the little dog, too, as in the show."
The two children went away talking of their friend Jean.
"Decidedly," said Mr. Scott, "every one likes him in this house."
"And you will be like every one else when you know him," replied Bettina.