The long thick plait in which her chestnut hair was arranged could not hide its plenitude and beauty, while the smallness of her hands and feet showed breeding, as did her manners and presence.

The observant Godfrey, at his first sight of Juliette, for such was her name, marvelled how it was possible that she should be the daughter of that plain and ungainly old pasteur.

On this point it is enough to say that others had experienced the same wonder, and remained with their curiosity unsatisfied.

But then he might as well have inquired how he, Godfrey, came to be his father's son, since in the whole universe no two creatures could have been more diverse.
Monsieur Boiset waddled forward, with a gait like to that of a superannuated duck, followed at some distance by Godfrey and the stalwart Jean with the luggage.
"My dears," he called out in his high voice, "I have found our new little friend; the train brought him safely.

Here he is." Madame and Juliette looked about them.
"I see him not," said Madame.
"Where is he ?" asked Juliette, in a pleasant girlish voice.