"If we had known she was with you, we should have been quite satisfied.

Run in, Sylvia, and tell Molly to come back to the house to speak to your grandmother." Sylvia was starting forward, but Marie touched her arm.
"A moment, Mademoiselle Sylvie," she said,--Sylvia liked to be called "Mademoiselle Sylvie," it sounded so pretty--"a moment.

The little sister has fallen asleep.

She was sitting by the fire, and she had been crying so hard, poor darling.

Better not wake her all at once." She led the way into the cottage, and they followed her.