"But, monsieur," she said, and blushed in confusion.
"Go on. I shall be interested in these young people's lessons."
"As monsieur wishes," she replied. "Now, my little ones, your catechism."
They ranged themselves in a line.
"Elisâ, thee first; repeat the Commandments of God."
Elisâ commenced a rhyming paraphrase of the Ten Commandments.
"Ah, no, cherie,—more reverence. Say it as to the Holy Virgin."
Elisâ went through it in a soft manner to the end.
"Rudolphe; the Seven Commandments of the Church."
The childish accents of the little one repeated them:—