"He would not know me now if he saw me, the dear bon papa," she added.

"I am as old as he was then! How it will be in heaven I wonder often--for friends so changed to meet again?
But that we must leave to the good God; without doubt He will arrange it all." "And Didier, Marie ?" said Sylvia, after a little pause.

"Did you also make friends with him ?" Marie smiled, and underneath her funny old brown wrinkled skin I almost think she blushed a little.
"Ah yes, Mademoiselle," she said.

"That goes without saying.

Ah yes--Didier was not slow to make friends again--and though we said nothing about it for a long time, not till I was in the twenties, it came all as he wished in the end.