Have you been in Paris much these late years ?" Hilda lowered one of the candle-shades carefully.

"Oh, yes, I go over to Paris often.

There are few changes in the old Quarter.

Dear old Madame Anger is dead--but perhaps you don't remember her ?" "Don't I, though! I'm so sorry to hear it.

How did her son turn out?
I remember how she saved and scraped for him, and how he always lay abed till ten o'clock.