Speak to me as to your mother.

Let me have your love and confidence.

Tell me, my child, what troubles you." The tender solicitude of her mother's friend quite vanquished Eliza's stubbornness.

Her tears burst out afresh; and between the sobs she stammered,-- "You know, Madame, that Lucie de Montluc leaves the school in eight days." "I did not know it, Eliza," Madame Permon said, keeping back a smile; "but if that so overcomes you, then am I sorry too." "Oh, no, Madame'" Eliza said, just a bit indignant at being misunderstood; "it is not her leaving that makes me cry; but, you see, on the day she goes away her class will give her a good--by supper." "What! and you are not invited ?" exclaimed Madame Permon.

"Ah, that is the trouble, Madame," cried Eliza, the tears gathering again.