"Here," she continued, "the tulips are not so close; they will not tire your eyes.

Yes, you are right, those colors are dazzling; they give pain." "Do I work hard ?" replied the young man after a short silence, as he smoothed the gravel with his foot.

"Yes; I work at many things.

My uncle wished to make me a priest." "Oh!" exclaimed Marguerite, naively.
"I resisted; I felt no vocation for it.

But it required great courage to oppose my uncle's wishes.