Your teacher shall be your representative.

Here, Miss Lucy." And he took forth and held out to me a clean silk handkerchief.

Now a person who did not know M.Paul, who was unused to him and his impulses, would naturally have bungled at this offer--declined accepting the same--et cetera.

But I too plainly felt this would never do: the slightest hesitation would have been fatal to the incipient treaty of peace.

I rose and met the handkerchief half-way, received it with decorum, wiped therewith my eyes, and, resuming my seat, and retaining the flag of truce in my hand and on my lap, took especial care during the remainder of the lesson to touch neither needle nor thimble, scissors nor muslin.