But the ice was broken any way, and when, an hour or two later, Jeanne's mother told her she might take Hugh up to show him his room, the two trotted off, hand-in-hand, as if they had been close companions for years.
"I hope you will like your room, cheri," said Jeanne, with a tiny tone of patronising.

"It is not very far from mine, and mamma says we can keep all our toys and books together in my big cupboard in the passage." Hugh looked at Jeanne for a moment without speaking.

"What was that name you called me just now, Jeanne ?" he asked, after a little pause.
Jeanne thought for a minute.
"'Mon cousin,' was it that ?" she said.

"Oh no, I remember, it was 'cheri.' I _cannot_ say your name--I have tried all these days.

I cannot say it better than 'Ee-ou,' which is not pretty." She screwed her rosy little mouth into the funniest shape as she tried to manage "Hugh." Hugh could hardly help laughing.
"Never mind," he said.