"Only once since I wrote Virginie have I heard, and then the two poor children--but how helpless they were, clinging to each other so! Well, then, once I heard from Faragay, but that was much more than a year ago.

Nothing since, and they were going on--on to Fort Providence to spend the winter--for his health--his lungs." "What to do--on what to live ?" moaned Jean Jacques.
"His grandmother sent him a thousand dollars, so your Madame Zoe wrote me." Jean Jacques raised a hand with a gesture of emotion.

"Ah, the blessed woman! May there be no purgatory for her, but Heaven at once and always!" "Come home with me--where are your things ?" she asked.
"I have only a knapsack," he replied.

"It is not far from here.

But I cannot stay with you.