"Where is he?" asked Juliette, in a pleasant girlish voice. "Still at
the gate? And say then, my father," this in low tones meant not to be
overheard, "who is this monsieur?"

"He is the little boy," exclaimed the Pasteur, chuckling at his joke,
"but you see he has grown in the train."

"/Mon Dieu!/" exclaimed Madame, "I wonder if his bed will be long
enough?"

"It is very amusing," remarked Juliette.

Then they both descended from the verandah, to greet him with foreign
cordiality which, as they spoke rapidly in French, was somewhat lost
on Godfrey. Recognizing their kind intentions, however, he took off
his hat and bowed to each in turn, remarking as he did so:

"/Bonjour, oui. Oui, bonjour/," the only words in the Gallic tongue
that occurred to him at the moment.

"I speek Engleesh," said Juliette, with solemn grandeur.

"I'm jolly glad to hear it," replied Godfrey, "and I /parle Francais/,
or soon shall, I hope."

Such was Godfrey's introduction to his new home at Kleindorf, where
very soon he was happy enough. Notwithstanding his strange appearance
and his awkwardness, Monsieur Boiset proved himself to be what is
called "a dear old gentleman"; moreover, really learned, and this in
sundry different directions. Thus, he was an excellent astronomer, and