And a good husband he made me." "Oh!" cried Molly, "I see--then _that's_ how your name is 'Larreya' too, Marie." They all laughed at her.
"But grandmother said you had many more troubles, Marie," said Sylvia.
"Long after, when first she knew you.

She said you would tell us." "Ah yes, that is because the dear lady wishes not herself to tell how good she was to me!" said Marie.

"I had many troubles after my husband died.

I told you my son Louis was a great grief, and we were poor--very poor--I had a little fruit-stall at the market--" "Like my old woman in Paris," said Molly, nodding her head.
"And there it was the dear lady first saw me," said Marie.

"It was all through the apples--bon papa did well for me the day he planted that tree! They were so fine--Madame bought them for the poor gentleman who was ill--and then I came to tell her my history; and when she took this house she asked me to be her concierge.