"Certainly—with pleasure; but does she not speak English?"
"A little, but it is not easy to her—and so I do not ask people to see her who cannot understand her French."
"Shall I go with you now?" I asked.
Cecille looked up to the sun and down again, without speaking. I saw she was a little embarrassed, and said, "You would rather I should not go to-day."
"Yes—for it is near grandmamma's dinner-time, and I must go to get it for her," she added, rising.
I rose too, and taking her hand, said, "Well, good-by, Cecille—remember we are not to be strangers any longer."
"No, no," she said, warmly, "friends—good friends now." She held up her face to be kissed, picked up her pencil and drawing, and hastened away. Before she had gone far I could again hear her carolling cheerfully, "Thine, Father, is yon sky so bright."