"Yes, I made believe, but I was very frightened. I thought—I thought, 'Why does he not come?'"
Then a sudden whim seemed to enter her little head; she seized her father's hand, and cried, laughing through her tears:
"Let us dance, papa Jean-Claude! Come, dance!"
And she pulled him around the room.
Hullin, smiling in spite of himself, turned to the Anabaptist, who saw all that passed without a change in his grave visage, and said:
"We are somewhat foolish, Louise and I; but don't let that astonish you, Pelsly."
"It does not, Master Hullin. Did not King David dance when he had smitten the Philistines hip and thigh?"
Jean-Claude, rather astounded at his resemblance to King David, made no reply.
"Well, Louise," said he, "you were frightened during the battle, were you?"
"Yes, at first; the cannon-shots and the din were fearful! But afterward I only thought of you and mother Lefevre."