[I.]
THE MASSACRE OF SAINT BARTHOLOMEW.
I.
The children awoke.
The little girl was the first to open her eyes.
The waking of children is like the opening of flowers; and like the flowers, these pure little souls seem to exhale fragrance.
Georgette, the youngest of the three, who last May was but a nursing infant, and now only twenty months old, lifted her little head, sat up in her cradle, looked at her toes, and began her baby-talk.