No, I cannot read it either; we must wait to see till he comes." * * * * * As Marcelline was preparing to put Jeanne to bed that night, the little girl suddenly put her arms round her nurse's neck, and drew down her old face till it was on a level with her own.
"Look in my face, Marcelline," she said.

"Now look in my face and confess.

Now, didn't you know that mamma had got a letter to-night and what it said, and was not that how you knew my wish would come true ?" Marcelline smiled.
"That was one way I knew, Mademoiselle," she said.
"Well, it shows I'm right not to believe in fairies any way.

I really did think at first that the fairies had told you something, but----" suddenly she stopped as the remembrance of her adventure in the tapestry room returned to her mind.

"Dudu may be a fairy, whether Marcelline has anything to do with fairies or not," she reflected.