"Since then Louis has done nothing to give trouble.

He only writes and dreams.

If he would but dream and no more--!" she added, half under her breath.
"We've dreamt too much in Pontiac already," said Lajeunesse, shaking his head.
Madelinette reached up her hand and laid it on his shaggy black hair.
"You are a good little father, big smithy-man," she said lovingly.

"You make me think of the strong men in the Niebelungen legends.

It must be a big horse that will take you to Walhalla with the heroes," she added.
"Such notions--there in your head," he laughed.