Then he lifted the broad hat once more and stood bareheaded, as the squaw came slowly down the wooden causeway, not without one glance at us as she passed.

But at the bottom of the street she turned round to look at Dennis.

His hat was still in his hand, and he swung it round his head, crying, "A Dieu, Madame!" "A Dieu!" said the squaw, and she held up the tabby-striped _arums_.
Very mingled feelings seemed to have been working in Alister's mind, but his respect for the fruits of education was stronger even than his sense of propriety.

He forgot to scold Dennis for his unseemly familiarity with a stranger, he was so anxious to know in what language he had been speaking.
"French," said Dennis.

"There seems to be a French mission somewhere near here.