And little Charlotte's merry laugh was often heard on the terrace walk, as she ran races with Mademoiselle Eliane's dog, or made daisy wreaths for Mademoiselle Jeanne's dark hair.

Kindness and companionship were all she required to make her a bright and happy child.

But the pleasant summer faded, and with the first autumn days came a fresh sorrow for the little girl.

One morning, before the usual time for meeting in the garden, I caught sight of her on the balcony, her face looking again like the little pale Charlotte I had first known her, her eyes red with weeping.
And as by good chance the young ladies came out soon the reason was soon explained.
"'I am going away, my dear young ladies,' cried Charlotte, as she threw herself into their arms.

'My aunt has just told me.