For myself--" "For yourself, Aunt Jeanne ?" "Eh b'en!" with a twinkle.

"One likes one's own calves best, oui gia!" and I felt like kissing the little old brown hand.
Young Torode had joined the others, and was laughing and joking with the girls, though it seemed to me that the men received him somewhat coldly.
Then some remark among them directed his attention to Jeanne Falla and myself in the corner behind the dresser, and he came over at once.
"Pardon, Mistress Falla!" he said,--I think I have said before that Aunt Jeanne was more generally called by her maiden name of Falla than by her married one of Le Marchant, and she preferred it so,--"I was wondering where you were.

You have given us a most charming surprise,"-- with a nod towards the flower-decked green-bed.

"But why is the goddess condemned to silence ?" "Because it's the rule.

And, ma fe, it is good for a girl's tongue to be tied at times." Then, in answer to the enquiring looks he was casting at me, she said, "This is Phil Carre of Belfontaine, whom some folks thought dead.