Of course I have been very careful not to seem to have more money than other people; but I have been able to make soups and things--I have learned to be quite a cook from seeing Louise at work--and I take them to those that are very poor, especially if they have children ill, and I think I have won some of their hearts." "You win everyone's heart who comes near you, Jeanne, I think," Harry said earnestly.
Jeanne flushed a rosy red, but said with a laugh: "Now, Harry, you are turning flatterer.

We are not at the chateau now, sir, so your pretty speeches are quite thrown away; and now I shall go and take Virginie's place and send her in to you." And so another month went by, and then the old nurse quietly passed away.

She was buried, to the girls' great grief, without any religious ceremony, for the priests were all in hiding or had been murdered, and France had solemnly renounced God and placed Reason on His throne.
In the meantime Jeanne had been steadily carrying on her work among her poorer neighbours, sitting up at night with sick children, and supplying food to starving little ones, saying quietly in reply to the words of gratitude of the women: "My grandmother has laid by savings during her long years of service.

She will not want it long, and we are old enough to work for ourselves; besides, our brother Henri will take care of us.

So we are glad to be able to help those who need it." While she worked she kept her ears open, and from the talk of the women learned that the husbands of one or two of them were employed in vessels engaged in carrying on smuggling operations with England.
A few days after the death of Louise one of these women, whose child Jeanne had helped to nurse through a fever and had brought round by keeping it well supplied with good food, exclaimed: "Oh, how much we owe you, mademoiselle, for your goodness!" "You must not call me mademoiselle," Jeanne said, shaking her head.
"It would do you harm and me too if it were heard." "It comes so natural," the woman said with a sigh.