Talking is so much pleasanter than reading." "You can talk it, can you?
Let me hear," and Miss Davis addressed a question to her in French.
In answer to it Hetty poured forth a perfect flood of French, spoken with a pretty accent and grammatically correct.

In truth she spoke like a little Frenchwoman, and completely surprised her listeners.

She had been asked some question about walking in the Champs Elysees and now gave a vivid description of the scene there on a fine morning, the people who frequented it, their dress, their manners, their conversation.
Miss Davis put down the multiplication table which she had been turning over and stared at the little Frenchwoman chattering and gesticulating before her.
"There, my dear," she said presently, "that will do; I see you can make use of your tongue.

Take this book now and study quietly for half an hour." Hetty felt that she had had her little triumph at last.

Neither Phyllis nor Nell could speak French like that.