It was quite sure Madame, her mother, would come out by that entrance." "Not my mother," said Sylvia.

"I have no mother.

It is my grandmother." "The grandmother of Mademoiselle," repeated the old woman with increased interest.

"Ah, yes I too had once a grand-daughter." "Did she die ?" said Sylvia.
"Poor angel, yes," replied the apple-seller; "she went to the good God, and no doubt it is better.

She was orphan, Mademoiselle, and I was obliged to be out all day, and she would come too.