Do you really mean that I may come ?--in the forest!--and you will tell me stories like those you give me to read ?" "I will tell you a better story.

Lock your hut, Bebee, and come." "And to think you are not ashamed!" "Ashamed ?" "Yes, because of my wooden shoes." Was it possible?
Bebee thought, as she ran out into the garden and locked the door behind her, and pushed the key under the waterbutt as usual, being quite content with that prudent precaution against robbers which had served Antoine all his days.

Was it possible, this wonderful joy ?--her cheeks were like her roses, her eyes had a brilliance like the sun; the natural grace and mirth of the child blossomed in a thousand ways and gestures.
As she went by the shrine in the wall, she bent her knee a moment and made the sign of the cross; then she gathered a little moss-rose that nodded close under the border of the palisade, and turned and gave it to him.
"Look, she sends you this.

She is not angry, you see, and it is much more pleasure when she is pleased--do you not know ?" He shrank a little as her fingers touched him.
"What a pity you had no mother, Bebee!" he said, on an impulse of emotion, of which in Paris he would have been more ashamed than of any guilt..