Major d'Artrot called to his wife, "Come; see! A letter has arrived which calls me to Paris. I must leave at once."
Madame d'Artrot read the letter.
"Dear, dear Major d'Artrot," it said, "You are my only friend, and I must ask you to come to my aid. I am in trouble. I need help and I am ill. Please come to me.
Suzanne Moreau."
"Why, that is Auntie Sue," said Madame d'Artrot, a surprised note in her voice. "She has such a successful shop, I am told. What can be the matter?"
"That is what I shall find out soon," answered the Major. And he made hasty preparations to leave for Paris.
When Major d'Artrot returned to his farm two days later, he brought with him a little girl.