“Surely you may.” She was at his command.
“I am looking,” he began at once, “for a little French girl named Petite Jeanne.”
“Pet—Petite!” The little French girl did not finish. She was trembling.
“Ah! Perhaps you know her.”
“No, no. Ah, yes, yes,” Jeanne answered in wild confusion.
“You will perhaps tell me where she lives. I have a very important message for her. I came from France to bring it.”
“From France?” Jeanne was half smothered with excitement. What should she do? Should she say: “I am Petite Jeanne?” Ah, no; she dared not. Then an inspiration came to her.
“You wish this person’s address? This Petite Jeanne?”
“If you will,” the man replied politely.
“Very well. I will write it down.”