"We're the only Americans here, and everybody has gone off; and Cousin Kate said to celebrate in some way.

I'm going to have a dinner in the garden.

I've bought a rabbit, and we'll dig a hole, and make a fire, and barbecue it the way Jack and I used to do at home.

And we'll roast eggs in the ashes, and have a fine time.

I've got a lemon tart and a little iced fruit-cake, too." All this was poured out in such breathless haste, and in such a confusion of tongues, first a sentence of English and then a word of French, that it is no wonder that Jules grew bewildered in trying to follow her.