"Yes; I have a governess, and I am studying English; but I shall always love my dear, dear France, and I would go there again, but poor Père and Mère Bouve are gone, and their little child. If they could only have come to England with me!"
"And does your aunt stay in America long?"
"Till the next September. Oh, how I felt when I saw you on the street! I knew it was you. To-morrow we go to Cape May, and I shall never see you again."
"Oh, yes, you will. I shall come over to England next summer."
The child's eyes brightened.
"Will you?" and she threw her arms round my neck in true French style, and declared that she loved me.
I hope I shall see my little one of St. Sulpice again. If anybody meets an English family at Cape May, with one of the loveliest little girls in the world, I have no doubt she will answer to the name of Marie.