I should like to see the child." Suddenly the Clerk of the Court stopped and touched the arm of his distinguished friend and patron.

"That is very easy, monsieur," he said eagerly, "for there she is in the red wagon yonder, waiting for her father.

She adores him, and that makes trouble sometimes.

Then the mother gets fits, and makes things hard at the Manor Cartier.

It is not all a bed of roses for our Jean Jacques.