And then Helene Vauquier raised her up from the chair and lifted her easily off the ground.

For a moment she held her so.

If Celia had felt ridiculous before, she knew that she was ten times more so now.

She could see herself as she hung in Helene Vauquier's arms, with her delicate frock ludicrously swathed and swaddled about her legs.

But, again, of those who watched her no one smiled.
"We have had no such tests as these," Mme.