Nice little old Marcelline." "Perhaps," said Hugh, meditatively, "she remembers that when she was a little girl she liked to do things like that herself." "I don't believe you ever were a little girl, were you, Marcelline ?" said Jeanne.

"I believe you were always a little old woman like what you are now." Marcelline laughed, but did not speak.
"Ask Dudu," she said at last.

"If he is a fairy, he should know." Jeanne pricked up her ears at this.
"Marcelline," she said solemnly, "I believe you do know something about Dudu.

Oh, _do_ tell us, dear Marcelline." But nothing more was to be got out of the old nurse.
When the children were undressed, Jeanne begged leave to run into Hugh's room with him to tuck him into bed, and make him feel at home the first night.

There was no lamp in the room, but the firelight danced curiously on the quaint figures on the walls.
"You're sure you're not frightened, Cheri ?" said little Jeanne in a motherly way, as she was leaving the room.
"Frightened! what is there to be frightened at ?" said Hugh.
"The funny figures," said Jeanne.