And he asked me to forgive him all the sorrows he had caused me: it was a good letter, and it consoled me much.

That was a long time ago; my Louis would have been in the fifties by now, and my other children were obedient.

The good God sends us comfort." "And about the apple-tree, tell us more, Marie," said Molly.

"Did it do well ?" "Indeed yes.

Mademoiselle can judge, are not the apples good?
Ah, yes, it did well, it grew and it grew, and the first walk I could take with the hand of the bon papa was to the apple-tree.