which was half turned towards her sister; Blanche, with her elbow resting on the bolster, looked at her smilingly, and said: “Do you think he will come again to-night?”      

       “Oh, yes! certainly. He promised us yesterday.”      

       “He is so good, he would not break his promise.”      

       “And so handsome, with his long fair curls.”      

       “And his name—what a charming name!—How well it suits his face.”      

       “And what a sweet smile and soft voice, when he says to us, taking us by the hand: ‘My children, bless God that he has given you one soul. What others seek elsewhere, you will find in yourselves.’”      

       “‘Since your two hearts,’ he added, ‘only make one.’”      

       “What pleasure to remember his words, sister!”      

       “We are so attentive! When I see you listening to him, it is as if I saw myself, my dear little mirror!” said Rose, laughing, and kissing her sister’s forehead. “Well—when he speaks, your—or rather our eyes—are wide, wide open, our lips moving as if we repeated every word after him. It is no wonder we forget nothing that he says.”      

       “And what he says is so grand, so noble, and generous.”      

       “Then, my sister, as he goes on talking, what good thoughts rise within us! If we could but always keep them in mind.”      

       “Do not be afraid! they will remain in our hearts, like little birds in their mother’s nests.”      

       “And how lucky it is, Rose, that he loves us both at the same time!”      

       “He could not do otherwise, since we have but one heart between us.”      

       “How could he love Rose, without loving Blanche?”      

       “What would have become of the poor, neglected one?”      

       “And then again he would have found it so difficult to choose.”      

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