"Go along there," she said, "and then turn to the left and you will see the name, 'Avenue Gérard,' at the corner."
"Go along there," she said, "and then turn to the left and you will see the name, 'Avenue Gérard,' at the corner."
She pointed as she spoke; then she stooped, and with the sharp point of the tiny umbrella she carried, traced in lines the directions she had given, in the gravel on which they were standing. Gladys considered for a moment in silence, then she lifted her head and nodded brightly.
"I understand," she said, "and thank you very much."
Then taking Roger's hand, which, while speaking to the lady she had let go, she smiled again, and whispering something to her brother which made him pluck off his little cap, the two small pilgrims set off again on their journey. The lady stood for a moment looking after them, and I think there were tears in her eyes.
"I wonder if I could have done more for them," she said to herself, "Fancy Lili and Jean by themselves like that! But they know where they have to go to—they are not lost."
"How kind she was," said Gladys, as she led her little brother in the direction the lady had pointed out. "It is not far now, Roger, dear—are you very tired?"
Roger made a manful effort to step out more briskly.