"Wasn't it the most fortunate thing in the world?
And now nobody is killed and we are all safe and I'm so happy!" She gave the old hunter's arm a squeeze.
Old Jean, enveloped in skins from top to toe, smiled good-naturedly.
"It was the Bon Dieu, mademoiselle, who have preserve you.

Do not t'ank ole Jean.

It was the Bon Dieu who put it in ole Jean's haid to set rabbit trap to-night." He would accept neither money nor thanks for shooting the wolves.
"I will skin them.

It is sufficient." It was not long before eight very tired and very happy young people were seated around Mrs.Gray's dinner table.

Grace was a little choky and homesick for her mother, now that all the danger was over, but the week of the house party was almost up, so she concealed her impatience to be home again.
The softly shaded candles shed a warm glow over their faces, and the logs crackled on the brass andirons.