I have been there four times since my first visit with madame.

Sometimes she tells me things that happened when she was a little girl here in France, but she talks to me oftenest in English about the time when she lived in America.

I can hardly imagine that she was ever as young as I am, and that she romped with her brothers as I did with Jack." "Tell some of the things that she told you," urged Jules; so Joyce began repeating all that she knew about Number Thirty-one.
It was a pathetic little tale that brought tears to Jules's eyes, and a dull pain to the heart of the old man who listened in the next room.

"I wish I were rich," exclaimed Joyce, impulsively, as she finished.

"I wish I had a beautiful big home, and I would adopt her for my grandmother.