Her face was glowing with excitement, her breath came quick and short, almost, it seemed, as if she were going to cry.
"O, mamma!" was all she could say--"O mamma!" but her mother understood her.
"And when will he come ?" asked Jeanne next.
"Soon, I hope.

In a few days; but it depends on the weather greatly.

The snow has stopped the diligences in several places, they say; but his grandfather writes that he would like Hugh to come soon, as he himself has to leave home." "And will he be always with us?
Will he do lessons with me, mamma, and go to the chateau with us in summer, and always be with us ?" "I hope so.

For a long time at least.

And he will do lessons with you at first--though when he gets big he will need more teachers, of course." "He is a year older than I, mamma." "Yes, he is eight." "And, mamma," added Jeanne, after some consideration, "what room will he have ?" "The tapestry room," said her mother.