"Because what?"
"Well, because I look at my papa just as I see you looking at Monsieur Roger."
Paul tried to hide his embarrassment, and replied,—
"You are foolish."
Then he looked up at Miette, who shook her head and smiled, as if to say that she was not foolish. An idea came to him.
"Miette," said he, softly, "I am going to ask you something."
"Ask it."
"But you will tell it to no one?"
"To no one."
"Well, do you know why Monsieur Roger, at the fire at the farm, called me—called me George?"