But here were the houses, and it was time to play.

They were pleasant-looking houses, Marie thought, they looked as if persons lived in them who stayed at home and spun, as the women did in Brittany.

Ah, that it was far away, Brittany! she had almost forgotten it, and now it all seemed to come back to her, as she gazed about her at the houses, some white, some brown, all with an air of thrift and comfort, as becomes a New England village.

That white house there, with the bright green blinds! That pleased her eye.

And see! there was a child's toy lying on the step, a child's face peeping out of the window.