sucking her thumb, while her father was humming the words of an old
slumber-song:


Sainte Marguerite,
Veillez ma petite!
Endormez ma p'tite enfant
Jusqu'a l'age de quinze ans!
Quand elle aura quinze ans passe
Il faudra la marier
Avec un p'tit bonhomme
Que viendra de Rome.


"Hola! Patrick," I cried; "good luck to you! Is it a girl or a
boy?"

"SALUT! m'sieu'," he answered, jumping up and waving his pipe. "It
is a girl AND a boy!"

Sure enough, as I entered the door, I beheld Angelique rocking the
other half of the reward of virtue in the new cradle.




A BRAVE HEART

"That was truly his name, m'sieu'--Raoul Vaillantcoeur--a name of
the fine sound, is it not? You like that word,--a valiant heart,--