Préserve-moi du naufrage,
Blanche Étoile du Matin.
Lorsque les flots en courroux
Viendront menacer ma tête,
Calme, calme la tempête,
Rends pour moi le ciel plus doux.”
it sang, not inappropriately, Kit thought, listening intently. He felt weak and dizzy from the sudden relaxation of the strain which he had borne. Little Anne appeared from among the trees. In her hand she held jewel weed, wilted from her hot little palm, but valiantly bright-coloured as it drooped.
“Why, Kit, dear Kit!” cried little Anne in the glow of surprised delight. “I had no idea you’d be here when I came! And Miss Abercrombie, my kind Angora Kitca friend! What you doing down in the grass, Miss Abercrombie?”
“Looking for four-leaf clovers for luck,” said Helen so savagely that little Anne fell back a step and looked up inquiringly at Kit.
Kit managed a smile that sufficed for little Anne, though it added to her bewilderment, it was so unlike his usual bright friendliness.