CHAPTER IV.
THE SIX PINLESS BROOCHES.
"They have no school, no governess, and do just what they please, No little worries vex the birds that live up in the trees." THE DISCONTENTED STARLINGS.
Not many days after this thrilling adventure of Sylvia's, the little party of travellers reached their destination, grandmother's pretty house at Chalet.

They were of course delighted to be there, everything was so bright, and fresh, and comfortable, and grandmother herself was glad to be again settled down at what to her now represented home.

But yet, at the bottom of their hearts, the children were a little sorry that the travelling was over.

True, Molly declared that, though their passage across the Channel had really been a very good one as these dreadful experiences go, nothing would _ever_ induce her to repeat the experiment; whatever came of it, there was no help for it, live and die in France, at least on this side of the water, she _must_.
"I am never going to marry, you know," she observed to Sylvia, "so for that it doesn't matter, as of course I _couldn't_ marry a Frenchman.

But you will come over to see me sometimes and bring your children, and when I get very old, as I shall have no one to be kind to me you see, I daresay I shall get some one to let me be their concierge like the old woman in our lodge.