HOW A STORM CAME OUT OF THE WEST "Thank God, you have escaped them!" was my mother's grateful greeting as we came into Belfontaine.

"But you have suffered! You are starving ?" "Not a bit, little mother," chirped Carette, as they kissed very warmly.
"We have been quite happy, though, ma fe, it was as dark and still as the tomb, and there is a spring in there that is enough to frighten one into a fit.

And George Hamon here is trying to make us believe this is only Thursday, and it is certain we have been in there at least a week." "It is only Thursday," smiled my mother.

"But the time must have seemed long in the dark and all by yourselves." "Oh, we didn't mind being by ourselves, not a bit, and we never quarrelled once.

But, ma fe, yes, it was dark, and so still.