But, Marcelline, how did you turn into yourself--_was_ it you all the time?
Why didn't you leave us with the white lady ?" Hugh was so pleased at what Jeanne said that he didn't mind a bit about Marcelline having taken the place of the white lady.

Jeanne was the same as he was--that was all he cared about.

He jumped up eagerly--they were in Jeanne's room, close to the fire, and both Jeanne and he had their little red flannel dressing-gowns on.
"How did these come here ?" he said, touching the sleeve of his own one.
"Yes," said Jeanne.

"And where are our wings, if you please, Mrs.
Marcelline ?" Marcelline only smiled.
"I went to fetch you," she said, "and of course I didn't want you to catch cold on the way back." But that was _all_ they could get her to say, and then she carried them off to bed, and they both slept soundly till morning..