"No, thank you,—I must hurry on to Chéticamp."
"Good-by, then; you were kind to bring me home. Shall we not be better friends in future?"
"Yes, yes," said Agapit, hurriedly. "I apologize, mademoiselle," and jumping into his buggy, he drove quickly away.
Bidiane's gay face clouded. "You are not very polite to me, sir. Sometimes you smile like a sunbeam, and sometimes you glower like a rain-cloud, but I'll find out what is the matter with you, if it takes me a year. It is very discomposing to be treated so."
[CHAPTER VI.]
A SNAKE IN THE GRASS INTERFERES WITH THE
EDUCATION OF MIRABELLE MARIE.
"Fair is the earth and fair is the sky;
God of the tempest, God of the calm,
What must be heaven when here is such balm?"
—Aminta.