He lives in the chicken-house with the two other little chickens.

O Cheri," she added, glancing round, and seeing that Marcelline had left the room, "do let us run out and peep at Houpet for a minute.

We can go through the tonnelle, and the chickens' house is close by." She darted off as she spoke, and Hugh, nothing loth, his precious Nibble still in his arms, followed her.

They ran down the long corridor, on to which opened both the tapestry room and Jeanne's room at the other end, through a small sort of anteroom, and then--for though they were _upstairs_, the garden being built in terraces was at this part of the house on a level with the first floor--then straight out into what little Jeanne called "the tonnelle." Hugh stood still and gazed about him with delight and astonishment.
"O Jeanne," he exclaimed, "how pretty it is! oh, how very pretty!" Jeanne stopped short in her progress along the tonnelle.
"What's pretty ?" she said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Do you mean the garden with the snow ?" "No, no, that's pretty too, but I mean the trees.