"What is the matter, my child?" asked Monsieur Dalize.
"Why, I think——"
"What do you think?"
"Well, papa," Miss Miette at last said, "I think that the railroads and the telegrams are far too slow."
Monsieur Dalize could not suppress a smile at hearing this exclamation. He turned to his wife, and said,—
"See, how hurried is this younger generation. They think that steam and electricity are too slow."
And, turning around to his daughter, he continued,—
"What would you like to have?"
"Why," answered the girl, "I would like to have Monsieur Roger here at once."
Her wish was to be fulfilled sooner than she herself could foresee.