To the invalid they cried, "open, we are health," and at the garret of the young girl bending towards her mirror, innocent first love of the most innocent, they said, "open darling, that we may light up your beauty.

We are the messengers of fine weather.

You can now put on your cotton frock and your straw hat, and lace your smart boots; the groves in which folk foot it are decked with bright new flowers, and the violins are tuning for the Sunday dance.

Good morning, my dear!" When the angelus rang out from the neighboring church, the three hard working coquettes, who had had scarcely time to sleep a few hours, were already before their looking glasses, giving their final glance at their new attire.
They were all three charming, dressed alike, and wearing on their faces the same glow of satisfaction imparted by the realization of a long cherished wish.
Musette was, above all, dazzlingly beautiful.
"I have never felt so happy," said she to Marcel.

"It seems to me that God has put into this hour all the happiness of my life, and I am afraid that there will be no more left me.