And with this Mane's head dropped forward, and she was asleep.
It seemed a pity to wake her when supper was ready, but Abby knew just how good her rolls were, and knew that the child must be famished; and sure enough, after a little nap, Marie was ready to wake and sit up at the little round table, and be fed like a baby with everything good that Abby could think of.

The fare had not been dainty in the travelling troupe of Le Boss.

The fine white bread, the golden butter, the bit of broiled fish, smoking hot, seemed viands of paradise to the hungry girl.

She laughed for pleasure, and her eyes shone like stars.
It was like the chateau, she said, where everything was gold and silver,--the chateau where Madame la Comtesse lived.

As for Abby herself, Marie gravely informed her that she was an angel.