The next picture was several days later.

She and Jack were playing mumble-peg outside under the window by the lilac-bushes, and the little mother was just inside the door, bending over a pile of photographs that Cousin Kate had dropped in her lap.

Cousin Kate was saying, "This beautiful old French villa is where I expect to spend the winter, Aunt Emily.

These are views of Tours, the town that lies across the river Loire from it, and these are some of the chateaux near by that I intend to visit.

They say the purest French in the world is spoken there.