Look you, this missie has been sitting for two hours in the sun waiting for you, although I told her you would not arrive much before ten o'clock, as your father the predicant said you would breakfast before you started.

Well, it is natural, for she is lonely here, and you are of an age, although of a different race"; and his face darkened as he spoke the words.
"Father," answered Marie, whose blushes I could see even in the shadow of her cap, "I was not sitting in the sun, but under the shade of a peach tree.

Also, I was working out the sums that Monsieur Leblanc set me on my slate.

See, here they are," and she held up the slate, which was covered with figures, somewhat smudged, it is true, by the rubbing of my stiff hair and of her cap.
Then Monsieur Leblanc broke in, speaking in French, of which, as it chanced I understood the sense, for my father had grounded me in that tongue, and I am naturally quick at modern languages.

At any rate, I made out that he was asking if I was the little "cochon d'anglais," or English pig, whom for his sins he had to teach.