But, Clotilde, my darling," cried the beautiful speaker, beamingly, "dismiss all fear and care; we shall have no more trouble about it." "And how, indeed, do you know that ?" "Something tells it to me in my ear.

I feel it! Trust in Providence, my child.

Look at me, how happy I am; but you--you never trust in Providence.

That is why we have so much trouble,--because you don't trust in Providence.

Oh! I am so hungry, let us have dinner." "What sort of a person is M.Grandissime in his appearance ?" asked Clotilde, over their feeble excuse for a dinner.
"What sort?
Do you imagine I had nothing better to do than notice whether a Grandissime is good-looking or not?
For all I know to the contrary, he is--some more rice, please, my dear." But this light-heartedness did not last long.