Sit down and let me tell you all about it." They sat on the steps, talking in a low tone.

Frances cried, but Lisa's eyes were quite dry and bright.

She rose at last.
"You see, there will be no woman to care for him, if you do not.

There he is with Colette." She ran down, took the baby from the bonne, and laid him in Frances's arms.
Mrs.Waldeaux looked down at him.

"George's son," she whispered, "George's boy!" "He is very like George and you," Lisa answered.