But Aunt Jeanne, far from resenting it, seemed actually to enjoy the sight, and as a matter of fact, I believe she was hoping eagerly that Carette would come down in time to partake of it also.
She chatted gaily about her party, and plumed herself on its success.
"We did it all our own two selves, the little one and I.Nothing like washing your own shirt, if you want it well done," brimmed she.
"It couldn't have been better, Aunt Jeanne.

And as for the gache--it was simply delicious." "Crais b'en! If there's one thing I can do, it's make gache.

And it's not all finished yet," and she went to the press and brought out a cake like a cartwheel, and cut it into spokes.
"There are not many things you can't do, it seems to me, Aunt Jeanne," I said.

"That cider was uncommonly good too." "Ma fe, when you've learned to make cider for the Guernsey men you can make it for most folks, I trow....

It's a tired man you'll be to-night, Phil, mon gars.