"Of course!" said she.

"And to-morrow we will all gather blueberries.

It is the feast of Ste.

Anne." When a few moments later Francois mounted to the loft with the boys, Maria's heart was filled with happiness.

This seemed to bring him a little nearer, to draw him within the family circle.
The morrow was a day of blue sky, a day when from the heavens some of the sparkle and brightness descends to earth.