And the Roussillon claret, too, was always excellent. "Ah, child," he thought, "your old Father is not going away." 

 She presently returned, bearing on a wooden tray a ruby-stained pie and a short, stout bottle flanked by two glasses. 

 "Of course I'm better than I sometimes appear to be," she said, almost humbly, but with mischief still in her voice and eyes, "and I shall get to be very good when I have grown old. The sweetness of my present nature is in this pie." 

 She set the tray on a three-legged stool which she pushed close to him. 

 "There now," she said, "let the rain come, you'll be happy, rain or shine, while the pie and wine last, I'll be bound." 

 Pere Beret fell to eating right heartily, meantime handing Jean a liberal piece of the luscious pie. 

 "It is good, my daughter, very good, indeed," the priest remarked with his mouth full. "Madame Roussillon has not neglected your culinary education." Alice filled a glass for him. It was Bordeaux and very fragrant. The bouquet reminded him of his sunny boyhood in France, of his journey up to Paris and of his careless, joy-brimmed youth in the gay city. How far away, how misty, yet how thrillingly sweet it all was! He sat with half closed eyes awhile, sipping and dreaming. 

 The rain lasted nearly two hours; but the sun was out again when Pere Beret took leave of his young friend. They had been having another good-natured quarrel over the novels, and Madame Roussillon had come out on the veranda to join in. 

 "I've hidden every book of them," said Madame, a stout and swarthy woman whose pearl-white teeth were her only mark of beauty. Her voice indicated great stubbornness. 

 "Good, good, you have done your very duty, Madame," said Pere Beret, with immense approval in his charming voice. 

 "But, Father, you said awhile ago that I should have my own way about this," Alice spoke up with spirit; "and on the strength of that remark of yours I gave you the pie and wine. You've eaten my pie and swigged the wine, and now—" 

 Pere Beret put on his straw cap, adjusting it carefully over the shining dome out of which had come so many thoughts of wisdom, kindness and human sympathy. This done, he gently laid a hand on Alice's bright crown of hair and said: 

 "Bless you, my 

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