Come, it is the very day for the forest; it will make me a lad again at Meudon, when the lilacs were in bloom.

Poor Paris! Come." "Do you mean it ?" The color was bright in her face, her heart was dancing, her little feet felt themselves already on the fresh green turf.
She had no thought that there could be any harm in it.

She would have gone with Jeannot or old Bac.
"Of course I mean it.Come.I was going to Mayence to see the Magi and Van Dyck's Christ.

We will go to Soignies instead, and study green leaves.

I will paint your face by sunlight.