But I got quite well again, and that was the summer I was sixteen.
My eldest brother was married that summer,--he was one of the two sons of my father's first marriage and he had been away for already some time from the paternal house.

He married a young girl from Chalet; and ah, but we danced well at the marriage! I danced most of all the girls--there was my old friend Didier who wanted every dance, and glad enough I would have been to dance with him--so tall and straight he was--but for some new friends I made that day.

They were the cousins of my brother's young wife--two of them from Chalet, one a maid in a family from Paris, and with them there came a young man who was a servant in the same family.
They were pleasant, good-natured girls, and for the young man, there was no harm in him; but their talk quite turned my silly head.

They talked of Chalet and how grandly the ladies there were dressed, and still more of Paris--the two who knew it--till I felt quite ashamed of being only a country girl, and the fete-day costume I had put on in the morning so proudly, I wished I could tear off and dress like my new friends.

And when Didier came again to ask me to dance, I pushed him away and told him he tired me asking me so often.