"We won't know what to say to him," remarked Jeannette, "he is so much more learned than we."
"Yes, but very simple with it all," said Pierrette. "I will not be the least embarrassed. I am sure he will like to talk over all his boyish tricks and adventures—how he stole apples from Cotentin's garden, and how he would keep M. le Curé waiting when it was his turn to be altar-boy."
"He was always full of fun," replied Ragaud, "and is so still; but that is no defect."
"Oh! certainly not," cried Jeannette.
"For what evening have you invited him?" asked Jean-Louis, who had not yet expressed an opinion.
"Next Sunday," said Ragaud; "that will not take us from our work, and we can bring him back with us in the wagon after Vespers."
"What a beautiful dress you have on!" said Jeannet, looking at his sister.
"Mademoiselle gave it to me," she replied, looking down. "I put it on to receive her; but I will not wear it again."
"Until Sunday?" asked Jean-Louis.
"Certainly," said Pierrette, "Jeannette must be prettily dressed in honor of Isidore."