"I don't know; probably not." Miss Drayton was worried and this made her
tone crisp and impatient.

"O--oh!" wailed Anne, her self-control giving way before the sudden
disappointment. "I want to go. I want to go to Nantes."

Miss Drayton was amazed. What ailed the child? Why this passionate
desire to go to Nantes, a city of which, as she owned, she had never
even heard until she was told that it was their destination?

"Anne, Anne! For pity's sake!" said Miss Drayton. "Why are you so
anxious to go to Nantes?"

But Anne only rocked back and forth, sobbing, "I want to go to Nantes! I
want to go to Nantes!"

She had been counting the days till, according to her uncle's
permission, she might tell her friends about seeing him. She felt sure
they would explain the puzzling change in his appearance, and tell when
she would see him again. Now, after all, they were not going to Nantes,
and she must keep her secret alone, forever and forever. It was too
dreadful!




CHAPTER VIII


Pat was sent to a boarding-school near Paris, and it was decided that