She held Rose out at arm's length with both hands, and looked earnestly into her, and implored her not to play with fire.

"Take warning by me." Rose recommended her to keep her pity for Monsieur Riviere, "who had fallen into nice hands," she said.

That no doubt might remain on that head, she whispered mysteriously, but with much gravity and conviction, "I am an Imp;" and aimed at Josephine with her forefinger to point the remark.

For one second she stood and watched this important statement sink into her sister's mind, then set-to and gambolled elfishly round her as she moved stately and thoughtful across the grass to the chateau.
Two days after this a large tree was blown down in Beaurepaire park, and made quite a gap in the prospect.

You never know what a big thing a leafy tree is till it comes down.