inventions have made no difference, and never will. That thing you have;
keep it. It is love! Love each other, children, as strongly and as long
as possible."

And Aunt Louise wept another tear, and smiled on looking at the portrait
of the officer of the Royal Guard.




THE DANCING-MASTER



I was dining at the house of some friends, and in the course of the
evening the hostess said to me:

"Do you often go to the opera?"

"Yes, very often."

"And do you go behind the scenes?"

"Yes, I go behind."

"Then you can do me a favor. In the ballet department there's an old man
called Morin, who is perfectly respectable, it seems. He is the little
B----'s dancing-master. He gives excellent lessons. I should like to
have him for my little girls, so ask him if he could come twice a week."