Nd tidying, and all that sort of thing that I like.

At him with interest. Somehow she had expected to

see quite a young man, but Anne was
old--older than his mistress. That he was a foreigner, too, there could be no doubt; his speech, his appearance, his every action bespoke the fact. "Is--is Mr. Anne French too?" asked Esther, and then blushed, fearing she had been rude. But Mademoiselle nodded brightly.
"Yes. Call him 'Anne,' please,

dear. His name is Anne Roth. His parents came to England with mine, when they had to fly from France, and he and his have been with me and mine ever since. Ah! but he is
a dear, faithful soul is Anne, and so is
Laura, his English wife. They would not leave me, even when I came
to this far-away spot. At first it made them sad, I think, but now they have come to like it." "Were you exiles?" asked Esther, with eager interest. "Oh, how interesting!" Mademoiselle Leperier's
heart warmed towards her sympathetic visitor with the eager face, and soon they were deep in talk, so deep that they were su