We return to England in a few days.

To England, where I have no friends, where I shall be again all alone.

O Mademoiselle Eliane! O Mademoiselle Jeanne! what shall I do without you, and your pretty garden, and your kindness, and poor old Dudu, and the flowers, and everything ?' "They consoled her as well as they could, my kind young ladies, whose hearts were always full of sympathy.

But the tears came to their own eyes when they saw how real and acute was the little girl's grief.
"'You will come back to see us again, little Charlotte, perhaps,' they said.

'Your aunt has travelled so much, very likely she will not wish to remain always in England.