Moreover, there she stood beside Lieutenant Beverley, holding his arm, looking up into his face, smiling, speaking to him.
"I think you might tell me what has happened," said Adrienne, pouting and still plucking at his arm.

"I can't see a thing, and you won't tell me." "Oh, it's nothing," he presently answered, rather fretfully.

Then he stooped, lowered his voice and added; "it's Mademoiselle Roussillon all dressed up like a bride or something.

She's got on a buff silk dress that Mo'sieu' Roussillon's mother had in France." "How beautiful she must look!" cried the girl.

"I wish I could see her." Rene put a hand on each side of her slender waist and lifted her high, so that her pretty head rose above the crowding people.