"Yes," said Gladys quietly—by this time they were settled again in another railway carriage—"our Papa's to be at the station to meet us."
"And we're to have a new nurse," added Roger, who was in a communicative humour. "Do you think she'll be kind to us?"
"I'm sure she will," said Léonie, whose heart was already won.
"She's to teach us French," said Gladys.
"That will be very nice," said Léonie. "It is a very good thing to know many languages."
"Can you speak French?" asked Roger.
Léonie laughed, "Of course I can," she replied, "French is my tongue."
Roger sat straight up, with an appearance of great interest.
"Your tongue," he repeated. "Please let me see it," and he stared hard at Léonie's half-opened mouth. "Is it not like our tongues then?"
Léonie stared too, then she burst out laughing.